Hunted by demons

Recovery

He can't see, he can't hear, he can barely think. It feels like every inch of his body was beat to hell and back. His hearing starts returning to him, sounding muffled and distant, and he hears two female voices.

"Oh crikey! He's waking up!"

"Should we give him some anesthetic or something?"

"I forgot it back at the caber, and I don't think a whack on the head would be terribly good for him just now. Just talk to him and keep him calm, I just wish his timing was better." He scrunches his eyes before daring to open them, and sees a blurry cement ceiling with iron support beams. He feels a hand hold his cheek and turn his head, and his eyes focus on a blonde haired woman.

"Lewis? Can you hear me?" She asks.

"Hannah? Wh- happened." He mumbles.

"You don't remember?" He closes his eyes again and tries his best to remember anything. His memory flashes with images of a car ride.

"I-I was driving... With Simon... We got hit. Is he okay?" He opens his eyes again to ask Hannah. She sighs and says,

"Don't worry, he's fine. The car mostly hit your side so Simon wasn't affected much. Do you remember anything else?" He goes back in his memory again and sees a woman holding his collar with a fist raised.

"There... There were demons... They wanted to know where you were... I don't.. Aghh!" His train of thought is interrupted by a sharp pain in his side and he strains to find it's source. He looks over Hannah's hand, much to her protest, and sees Zoey stitching up a gash in his side. He looks at his shirtless body, lying in a bed, and sees he is covered in deep cuts and heavily bruised, mostly on his forearms, stomach, and chest. Most of the cuts are stitched up but some are yet to be taken care of. He begins hyperventilating, unable to remember how his body got in such a horrendous state, and soon begins coughing uncontrollably. Hannah forces him to look at her again and soothes him.

"Lewis! Lewis, look at me! You need to calm down! Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He closes his eyes and forces his breathing to slow down. Once he stops coughing, he asks her,

"What happened to me?" She hesitates for a moment before telling him what had happened since the crash.

"At the crash site, you were possessed, the demon snuck in and attacked us but we managed to knock it out. After that, Ridge... Interrogated it..." She explains vaguely. Lewis puts two and two together and tries to block out the memories of what had happened to his body. He does however remember what the demon had done, specifically holding a gun to Zoey's head. He looks over to her, trying to ignore the gashes in his peripheral vision.

"Zoey, I am so so sorry for what happened," He blurts out. "I couldn't stop him, I must have scared you so much, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I know it wasn't you, and it didn't hurt me, I'm fine." She shrugs and says, "I might not be able to sleep tonight but I'll be fine. You should get some rest though, you need your energy right now." Lewis nods, already feeling exhaustion catching up with him. He closes his eyes and is asleep again in seconds. Zoey continues stitching his wounds, and Hannah remains sitting by the bed with a concerned look on her face. When Zoey notices Hannah had not left, she asks,

"Hey, Hannah, can I ask something?" Hannah looks up, as if she had been pulled out of her own thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, of course."

"Weren't you and Lewis... Didn't you used to be... Together?" She asks awkwardly

"Yeah, well kind of. I don't know if I would say we were a couple exactly, but if we were in the neighborhood or just needed someone, we would spend a night or two together. It never would have worked as a proper relationship, at least not forever, but we both understood the kind of stuff we've been through. We were more of just emotional support rather than anything... real."

"Sounds real to me." Zoey smirks. Hannah laughs and continues explaining.

"I guess, but most of the time it was long distance anyways, we were both on the move all the time going from one hunt to the next, so we couldn't really... connect. But we both understand the life and we just found it comforting that we weren't alone in a world full of monsters and those ignorant to them."

"Then what happened?" Zoey asks. "If you don't mind, of course."

"No, it's alright. There was this one night where we stuck around for longer than usual, around three days. Lewis had just gotten through with a bad hunt, and he needed me. After he had left to go find Simon, he texted me saying he had vanished. All of their stuff was still in their motel room, including the car, but Simon was gone. It took Lewis weeks to find him again, and Simon couldn't remember what had happened. It really freaked Lewis out, obviously, and he told me that he didn't want to leave Simon alone like that anymore, so we just drifted apart. We only ever spoke for jobs, we hardly ever saw each other again. I get why, he's known Simon for years, since they were little kids. I would have done the same if something had happened to Nilesy." She finishes. Zoey looks like she wants to ask more about their past, but thinks better of it and goes back to stitching up the cuts on Lewis' chest. Hannah turns around at the sound of someone descending the stairs behind her, and sees Duncan emerge from the doorway in a purple t-shirt and gray flannel.

"You should come upstairs, we're having a meeting." He says simply. Hannah nods, sighs, pushes herself away from the bed, and stands. She follows him up the stairs into the kitchen where the rest of the hunters are standing.

"Ah, Hannah, glad you were able to join us," Ridge greets rudely. "Now that everyone is here I think it's about time that we ch-" The rest of Ridge's sentence is painfully interrupted by Hannah's fist meeting his jaw.