His Guardian Demon

Chapter Thirty

Dark. Warm. It's dark and warm here. Where am I? Where's Winnie?

I need to wake up.

I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the darkness. When I could see fairly well, I froze. 

Why am I in Winnie's bed and only wearing my boxers?

I tried to sit up and fell back onto the bed when a scorching pain shot through my stomach. A grunt escaped past my lips as my head came into contact with a hard object.

"Ash? What are you doing? Lay back down, it's two in the morning," Winnie said as he sat up and rubbed his head. 

"Two in the morning?! How long have I been asleep?!" I asked and sat straight up, only to regret it and double over in pain. 

Winnie gently pushed my shoulder down towards the mattress. "Calm down, about eleven hours."

I blew out a breath and allowed Winnie to pull the blanket over my chest again, finding the gesture strangely comforting. "What happened? All I remember is calling you in the bathroom at school and now I'm here."

Winnie sat up, exposing the rest of his body. My eyes drifted down to his naked chest, appreciating how his collarbones stuck out ever-so-slightly. My eyes trailed even lower to find that he was also only in his boxers. I forced myself to look at his eyes as he started speaking. 

"After you called me, I drove us to my house. My mom's a surgeon and deals with things like this all the time. She put you on the kitchen table and sealed you up. She had to use vodka to clean it though, so if it hurts a lot you need to make sure you tell someone. I think she said she was going to check up on you tomorrow, er, later today."

I nodded and relaxed a bit more into his bed. "Hey, Winnie?"

"Yeah?"

"Why am I only in my boxers?"

Winnie blushed. "My mom had to cut off your shirt to get to the wound and they saw your wings. Mom didn't look very surprised, but Dad passed out. I think Mom already knew somehow. I had to tell them after that. They kinda hate you because you had to kill me but they're okay with you hanging around because I explained what was going on," he said. "Anyway, after Mom patched you up, Dad and I carried you up the stairs. We decided you would stay in my bed because it's probably more comfortable for you."

I nodded slowly and rubbed my eyes. "But why am I in my boxers?"

"So you would be more comfortable. Jeans aren't very comfortable to sleep in."

I nodded again and shifted slowly. I decided to go back to sleep. I had never been this tired before. I patted the spot in front of my chest as an invitation for Winnie to lay down. Winnie looked unsure as he eyed where my hand rested. 

"I'll be fine. It's late. Come lay down," I said as I yawned. 

Winnie slowly crawled over to me and laid down. He left just enough room so he wasn't touching me. I rolled my eyes and pulled him closer, ignoring his protests about my hurting my stomach. I buried my face into his neck and whispered a 'goodnight' before closing my eyes. 

There was a moment of silence before Winnie whispered, "Goodnight, Ash." I smiled and let sleep overcome me.

***

"Do I really have to go to school?" Winnie asked as he poked at his cereal. It was just past seven in the morning, and Sam and Sammy were getting ready to go to work.

"Yes! You have to go to school," Sam said as she placed her dishes in the sink.

"But what if Ash needs something and no one is here?" Winnie protested as he got up and mimicked his mom's actions. 

"Ash is a big boy; he can get it himself," Sammy said as he rushed past. "Honey, do you have your keys?"

"Yeah, I got 'em. Bye Winnie. Don't stress yourself, Ash. Make sure you get plenty of rest," Sam called as she went out the door, Sammy following not long after. 

Winnie sighed. "I guess I'll be on my way now. Do you need anything else before I go?"

I looked around me. I had a mountain of pillows and blankets, various soft foods, and a collection of movies queued up for later. "No, I think I'm good. Have a nice day, Winnie."

"You too, Ash. I'll see you when I get back."

***

Who knew being left alone for eight hours could be so boring? I thought as I looked out the window for the ninth time in three minutes. I had gone through all the movies and was eagerly awaiting Winnie's return. 

My stomach was almost completely healed, a perk of being a demon. I could hardly feel any pain. The only reason it wasn't totally healed is that there was holy water on the blade. 

I perked up when I heard footsteps approach the house. I forced myself to stay seated on the couch as the door opened. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth when Winnie smiled at me. 

"Hi, Ash! How are you feeling?" Winnie asked as he placed his backpack by the front door. 

I got up and followed him. "I'm fine. My stomach's almost healed, so that's good," I said as I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen door. 

Winnie stopped his movements and beamed at me. "That's great! Have you changed your bandages at all today?" 

"No. We're all out."

Winnie frowned. "Okay. I'll go get some later."

He turned around and resumed making his snack. I allowed my eyes to trail down his body. His baby blue oversized sweater was falling off his shoulders. I licked my lips as my eyes traveled even lower. 

He has to wear those jeans more often.

"Ash? Do you want anything to eat?" Winnie asked as he looked at me over his shoulder.

Yeah.

I pushed off the doorframe and walked over to Winnie. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I smirked as I heard Winnie's breath catch.

"Oh, you have no idea," I whispered in his ear. I felt Winnie shiver.

"Ash? What are you doing?" Winnie whispered breathlessly.

"You know, Winnie, I have had the weirdest feeling these last few days. Which is unnatural in itself, but all of these feelings have been about you," I said as I pulled him closer, if that was possible. 

What the fuck am I doing? What is happening to me? I screamed internally as I nuzzled my nose against his cheek.

I don't know, but I really like this.

"H-hey, Ash? Do y-you remember an-anything from before you p-p-passed out?" Winnie stuttered, breathless. 

"No, just what I told you this morning," I said.

Winnie took a deep breath before replying, "Well, let me refresh your memory."

*** 

Ooh, don't hate me for ending it here! The way I worded that makes it sound like I want you to hate me, please don't. Despite what I say I'm sensitive and will cry if you hate me.