Forbidden Truth

Chapter 94

Chapter 94
I opened the door and stepped into the apartment. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I froze. He wasn't supposed to be here. I took a deep breath which sent pain through my abdomen. I closed my eyes an held my stomach as put my hand against the door to steady myself. I wasn't healing. He couldn't see me like this. Not when I was so covered in blood. Covered in someone else's blood.
"I thought you'd be at work." I said wiping my mouth. Not my blood. Someone else's. "I'd been there for almost 24 hours. Stilinski thought I could use the day off." He said walking up behind me. Too close. Too covered in blood. I heard my stomach and winced. There was no way I can hide this from him. I mean he's supposed to be a supernatural. Not sure which one, but one none the less. He'd have to face this sometime or another but I didn't want him to see me like this. I kept rubbing at my face, desperately trying to get the blood off.
"I know that's not yours." He told me quietly. I stopped and looked at my hand that I had put on the door. I slowly took it alway, leaving a red hand print on it. Bloody ran down the door where I had put my hand. "Has he ever seen you like this?" Parrish asked. There a certain edge to his voice whenever he talked about Derek. It was eery and unlike him. I looked up from the floor. "Not this bad." I said before rubbing my face again. Never had I let Derek seen me this bad until tonight. Maybe I had known all along he thought I was a monster. Maybe that's why I pulled away.
"Will you show me?" He asked cautiously. What if he saw me and immediately wanted to end everything? What if he didn't think he could handle being with a murderer? I don't want to have to leave whatever is growing between us just because I'm covered in blood. Blood that's not mine. But at the same time, how could I be with someone who can't handle me this way? I took a deep breath, ignored the pain, and slowly turned around. His expression didn't change as he stared at me. He slowly reached out and gazed the gash on my face with his thumb. I pulled away. "It'll heal." I told him stoically. But will I? That's when I realized that I may have the supernatural ability to heal physically but not emotionally or mentally. Just because I have all these physical abilities doesn't mean I'm strong. I just harden my heart enough to be that way.
He looked at me concerned. "You've been shot." Parrish said rubbing his finger over the bullet hole on my shoulder. I nodded. "A bit." I told him. I couldn't feel myself healing and I couldn't figure out a good reason I wasn't. I tasted blood in my mouth. I had lost so much blood already and I was beginning to feel the effects. The gash across my stomach was no where near healed and I was losing a lot of blood from it.
Black spots dotted my vision. I swayed a bit. "Wow." Parrish grabbed me. I forced my eyes to stay open. "You need help." He said sternly. I shook my head. No hospital. I can't go to a hospital. I felt Parrish's hand touch the gash. I whimpered and jerked away. I could feel hot blood running down my stomach. I need to heal and fast. I coughed and the taste of blood pooled in my mouth. "Eva, we need to get you to a hospital." Parrish said, holding me up. I can't go to the hospital. "No." I said shaking my head. Pain shot out from the gash. "No, hospital." I coughed and blood trickled down my chin. I need to heal. "If you don't heal soon, you'll die." Parrish told me sternly. Yeah, I know. I looked at him pleading. "I can't go to a hospital." I begged.
He picked me up. I groaned in pain. He carried my across the living room and through his bedroom. He stepped into his bathroom and laid my on the cold tile. Blood ran down the side of my mouth. He got up and fumbled through his cabinet. I had completely forgotten about the gash on my back until I felt blood dripping from it.
Parrish got a bunch of stuff out of the cabinet and threw it in the floor beside me. "If you won't go to the hospital, I'll just have to try to fix you myself." He said. He took my tattered shirt and tore it to expose my body. He looked at me concerned and confused. I coughed. "What?" I croaked then inhaled sharply. "What is it?" I managed to get out. He looked up at me. "You should be dead already with this many bullet holes in you." He said confused. I smirked at him and looked up at the ceiling. "Welcome to Beacon Hills." I whispered.
His hands were hot against my skin as they roamed over my abdomen and back. Who knew a bloody examination could be so sexy? My God. I must be dying if that's all I can think about second to the pain. "Clean exit wounds." He observed. I choked on blood. I turned my head to the side and coughed up blood. Parrish looked at it alarmed. "Why is it black?" He demanded. I winced at the pain. "I'm dying." I groaned. Parrish put his hand on my face. I could feel him touch blood. I forgot about the gash on my face. "I'm not going to let you die." He promised. I could see tears lace his eyes.
On impulse I did the one thing I had wanted to do for a long time. I reached up, put my arm around his neck, and pulled him down to me. When our lips met I could almost feel an electrical current run through me. Then something surged into me. Power. His power. I had felt power shared in a kiss before but not like this. Parrish's power was alive and electrifying. It rushed through my veins and heated up my body. It wasn't general and quiet. His power was dominate and proud. Then the pain was drowned out and I blacked out.