The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

I'll Be Good//Edgar X OC

Lillian Waters was fighting a losing battle. 

She never planned to die while wrestling for a gun on the floor of a deserted hospital with a man a hundred pounds heavier than her. She had planned to be old and decrepit, and die from being lazy to do cardio in her prime. Now, she had already been shot once, and if he managed to get her a second time, it looked like she wouldn't get the chance. 

The whole reason she had gotten into this mess was because her friends had been in danger, and probably still were, but now, so was she. 

She grappled for the gun, but it was slick with her blood, and Emerson's hunter was much stronger than her. It didn't help that the gunshot wound in her leg was bleeding heavily, making her weaker by the second. 

She grunted in frustration, knowing that if she didn't fight, she'd die, but she wondered how long she'd be able to keep this up. As if he'd read her mind, the hunter suddenly jerked the gun out of her hand, aiming it at her chest. She gasped and reared up, trying to push it away even though she knew she wasn't fast enough. 

A sickening crack hit her ears as the gun was fired, and sparks danced before her eyes, but the bright light quickly faded. Suddenly everything was dim, not dark, and she realized the hunter was above her, but lying on the floor instead. His brown eyes bored into her, empty and cold, but he made no move to kill her. His neck was bent at an odd angle, and it took her a lot longer than it should to realize he was dead. 

She let out a choked breath, trying to think through the fog of pain and weakness the bullet in her leg had brought. She reached up with a trembling, bloody hand, feeling the rest of her body and finding she wasn't injured anywhere else. Judging by the dim light in the hospital hallway, he had probably missed and hit the fluorescent lights instead. But why did he miss in the first place?

A shadow fell over her, and a broad-shouldered figure stood above her. Edgar stared down at her, and if she wasn't mistaken, she saw concern on his face. She scrambled back, knowing if he tried anything she wouldn't be able to defend herself. He simply held his hands up in surrender. "Easy. I snapped his neck. It's safe."

"The others," she choked. "David, Paul, Marko-"

"It's over," Edgar told you. "They found the Anukete. Michael won." She nodded numbly, and Edgar knelt down beside her. He reached out, but she flinched back, unsure of whether she should trust him or not. He blinked, looking rather embarrassed as she shied away from his touch. "It hurts, right?"

She nodded and before she could stop him, he placed his hand on her knee, just above the wound. "What are you-"

She gasped, and body sagged in relief as he took her pain away. He gritted his teeth, feeling everything she had, but he didn't pull away till his veins ran black with all he could take. She let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of everything that had happened crash down all around her. 

"Come on," she heard Edgar say. "Let's get you help."

She felt him pull her up onto her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist in support. She took a few unsteady steps, but she barely made it halfway down the hall before she sagged against his warm side. 

"Lillian," you heard him warn, but you were fading too fast. Nevermind that this was Edgar Frog, the boy who had once tried to kill her and her  family. He had saved her, and he had taken her pain away. And he was the only thing she could think of as she slipped into darkness. 

".......should be waking up anytime now. Whenever she's ready, she can press that call button and I'll be back in with the doctor."

"She's going to be okay, right? You're sure?"

"Well, she does have a gunshot wound, so there could always be complications, but-"

"Complications? Like what?"

"Infection, nerve damage, that kind of thing. As long as she takes it easy and comes back for her follow-ups, she should be fine. And with a boyfriend like you to keep an eye on her, I'm sure she's in good hands."

"She.......she's not my girlfriend."

"Oh, sorry. Family?"

"No. We're......it's complicated."

"Oh. Well, just press that button when she's awake."

She woke up to the voices, murky and confusing in her ears. They stopped before she found the strength to open her eyes, but when she did, she saw a blurry figure rise from a chair from her bedside.

"Edgar?"

He paused as he headed for the door, turning around and glancing at her. 

"Where are you going?" She asked. 

"David and the others on their way," he told you, avoiding the question. "You don't need me here."

"Wait," she told him, trying to pull herself up into a sitting position. "You don't have to......Edgar, you saved my life."

He shrugged. "Figured I owed you."

"For what?"

"For the night with the Ghost Riders. And for everything I did. To you, to the others. I don't think I could ever make up for it, but at least I tried with you." He turned away. "Feel better, Y/N."

He reached for the handle, but she called out for him. "Don't go." 

He blinked, looking back at her with raised eyebrows. She blushed. "I-I can barely tell where I am right now. Can you at least stay till the others get here?"

Edgar's lips twitched. "You sure? You're not afraid I'm going to poison your IV or anything?"

"Doesn't really seem like your style," she giggled.

"I'm trying out some new things," he said with a shrug. 

"Like saving lives instead of ruining them?"

He tilted his head as his lips twitched. "Exactly."

A warm smile came across her face. "I think you're doing pretty good so far."