The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 12: New Lead

    Eden's p.o.v

     My head lifted up slowly as my nose inhaled a familiar but not usual scent. My eyebrows furrowed as I opened my eyes sluggishly. I impatiently waited for pain to enter my system at my movements, but they never came. I looked down at my arm to see the bruises were yellowing, and the cuts were healing.

    I saw something out of the corner of my eye, causing my attention to trail over to the body next to mine. I smiled softly as I met Sam's gaze. He returned the gesture, sitting up on his elbow.

"Your injuries look a lot better," He mused, bringing his hand to trail over the now faded bruises on my arm.

"Yeah," I responded, "Thanks."

"For what?" He asked.

"Well, I healed so quickly because of you," I explained, sitting up.

"Oh, yeah," He said, nodding his head slowly, still slightly confused.

"What time is it?" I questioned, looking for a clock, but not finding one as Sam's body blocked it.

    He looked at the table that his body was blocking from my vision, then turning back to me, running his hands through his hair.

"Its 9:14, you want to get up?" He asked.

    I nodded my head, throwing the covers off of myself and quickly frowning as I see myself. I was covered in dark crimson blood, that was fading to brown. I heard Sam gasp a little bit and looked to him. The worry that his eyes held slowly faded as realization took its place.

"Oh, you were still asleep and none of us knew if you would be okay if one of us changed you, preferably Cass sense he is your brother, but we weren't sure if you would want that, so we left you in those clothes," He explained, frowning slightly.

"Why wouldn't I be okay with it?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Because that would reveal your body?" He responded, more as a question.

"Is that not okay?" I questioned, confused.

"Generally, no," He said then adding, "Not for humans at least."

"Oh..." I voiced, "Thanks then, I guess."

"Do you want some of my clothes?" He changed the subject.

"Yeah, thanks," I answered.

"No problem," He said casually.

He went to his drawers, pulling out a large blue t-shirt and some black boxer briefs. He then walked over to me, handing them to me with a smile. I took them, then spreading them on the bed. I started to take my shirt off before hearing a small gasp, then pulling my shirt back down.

"Oh," I recalled, "Right, sorry."

"Its fine," He assured me, then looking at me

I started to walk out the door with the clothes in my hands, then stopping at the door, looking back at him with confused eyes.

"When is it okay?" I asked.

"Um," He started awkwardly, "Well, there are certain times, it really depends on the person and what you're doing."

"So how do I tell if I can or not?" I responded confusedly.

"Um..." He trailed off, trying to find the right words, "For right now, if they are family, and I mean blood related, then it's okay in certain situations. If you are around a girl that you're friends with, like Christina, then it's okay, I guess."