"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
"Ma'am? Ma'am!" The pharmacist leaned forward and smacked Blitza's shoulder, which effectively snapped her out of her daze from where she'd been staring down at the countertop.
"S-Sorry, what?" Blitza said, actually taking a few seconds to remember she was in a pharmacy, buying medicine for Lunar that Dr. Somna had prescribed.
The pharmacist gave her an odd look, then he motioned to the cash register. "I said your total is 9.70$."
"9.70." Blitza echoed absent-mindedly as she fumbled around in her purse to get out her wallet.
She placed a dollar bill on the counter, took the paper bag of medicine and left.
"Wait, your change?" The pharmacist called, but Blitza ignored him as she went back to the I.M.P. van.
She threw her purse and the medicine bag into the shotgun seat next to her, then put the van into gear and drove out of the Sloth Ring and back to the Pride Ring. Blitza couldn't get her mind off Starla. Starla had to be okay now. Being a demon royal, they would give her the best medical care possible. They wouldn't let her die. Besides, she'd been in stable condition when Blitza left her.
But she'd still been badly hurt. Hell, maybe she'd never been hurt at all in her life, being so invulnerable that only angelic weapons can cut through her skin.
Why couldn't I get to her sooner? I'm such a piece of shit. Blitza thought.
"Uh, Blitza?" A quiet voice asked from the backseat.
She turned around to see Lunar sitting up.
Oh Satan. Some mother I am!
She'd been so busy worrying about Starla that she'd completely forgotten Lunar. He'd been lying down and closing his eyes in the backseat because he had a killer headache as an after-effect of his Hellbies shot. A killer headache, and his arm was sore where the needle stabbed him.
She had to forget about Starla. The owl-demon was in stable condition and being taken care of by medical professionals, she would be fine. Lunar had to be Blitza's main priority for now.
"I'm so sorry, Lunie! What's wrong? Do you need anything? Do you—"
"Hey, eyes on the road, dummy!" Lunar snapped, pointing to where Blitza had almost rammed right into a lamppost.
"Fuck!" She yelped as she swerved to avoid it.
"Owww." Lunar whined, clutching his head. That sharp swerve had made his headache even worse.
"Sorry! Again." Blitza squeaked. "I'll try to drive steadier."
When they reached the apartment building, Blitza held onto Lunar's elbow to support him as they went to the elevator and rode it up to Blitza's flat. Then Lunar heavily sat down on the couch.
"My headache is pounding with every goddamn heartbeat." He groaned.
Blitza opened the packet of tablets she'd just bought and dropped a few into a glass of water. "This will help."
Lunar drank the tablets with a wince. "This sucks."
"I know, sweetheart, but it's better than getting Hellbies." Blitza tucked a strand of Lunar's hair out of his face. "You'll feel better soon."
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