Fear the devil

Chapter Eight

At the top of the stairs I immediately pulled my gun out to my side. I pull Angela down the hall, were it had two doors, and she pointed to the one farther away.

"In there." her breath hitched slightly.

We walked in and it was the bathroom. I helped Angela on to the counter, and she sat there and holding her side. I opened up the wooden cabinet, next to the broken mirror, were it would normally hold medical items. I looked for pain killers for Angela.

"Where does it hurt." I asked.

She turned her body away from me and faced the wall.

"Angela stopped acting like a child, point to where it hurts, or I will make it even worse."

She turned to me with dull eyes. She pulled her shirt off and showed her white bra. On the left side her body was all purple from the bruising. I rose her arm up so it was leveled with her shoulder. I squatted down to her side and lightly traced my fingers against her rib cage. She hissed when I landed on a rib number 4 and 5, it was most likely fractured and 6 was cracked. I looked around the room for anything to tighten her chest to keep the rib from moving around too much. I looked for my duffle bag but found nothing. I growled in annoyance.

"Do you see anything to wrap your ribs."

"Our shirts. Pants. Our clothing."

"Do you mind walking around with your shirt tied to your chest?"

"Yes, I mind walking around half naked in front of a guy who I barely know." she said, sarcasm dripping off every word.

"Okay then." I said. I took Angela's shirt and tied it around her upper body tightly. She winced.

"Why does it have to be so tight." she breathed low and slow.

"So your ribs don't poke out and stab you in the lung, taking you life." I said, I pulled my shirt up and over my head. My scars were now shown. She stared at me with pity almost. Stretching the neck of my shirt, I placed it over her head.

"70." I said, breaking her pity stare.

"What?" she said, coming out of her daze. I picked up her right arm carefully got through the sleeve.

"I have 67 scars and adding the three new ones. 70." I helped her with her other arm, she hissed in pain. The shirt was completely on.

"Thank you." she whispered to me, clinging to my arm. She tightened her grip.

She was so scared, I guess it was taking an effect on me to, I put my hand on top of her hand. I smiled slightly at her and earning a half smile back.

"You know it is okay to be scared."

"I know."

"I was when I was in my first training to be a hunter. It was this one house one story small, but it was cluttered. I was alone in the house; anything that moved I would scream and jump, when the night was over there was no ghost. Then Charles told me he set the whole thing to see if I was good enough for a really hunt. The whole time he was laughing his ass off." I said embarrassed.

She laughed lightly at that before clutching her side groaning.

"Are you scared now?"

".N.Yes...."

"Why?"

"I beca-"

There was something outside the door; I could feel it. There was a light tap against the door. I immediately grabbed my gun. Letting go of Angela's hand and pointed my gun flat against the door, I put my ear against the door. A light humming of the song "My Sunshine" was heard from out behind the door. I motioned Angela to get off the counter, and behind me. She stared at me, and slowly got down, walking quickly behind me.