Hey There Ryan, It's Me, Ya Demon

Chapter 8

There is a moment of bewildered silence before a cough echoes through the fucked up room. Ryan rushes back to the present and kneels down next to Shane in a hurry. "Oh God, oh God. Shane, bud, can you hear me?" Shane's eyes are closed, but fortunately, he's still breathing. It seemed as though he returned to his human form when Annan stabbed him. Ryan doesn't know what to do. He looks at the spot where Annan stabbed Shane, but all that's there is a rip in Shane's shirt and a stain of black blood. Ryan lifts the shirt so he can check the spot but he only sees a white line where the wound should be (demon powers, probably). He stares at Shane for a few minutes. Even though he was fighting, dying and getting stabbed, he wasn't sweating. Ryan thinks it's probably because he's a demon and lives in hell.

Shane's hair is scattered across his forehead with chips of dried up blood in it. His eyelashes rest against his bruised cheeks and his mouth is slightly open. His lips have dried up blood on them, a trail of blood trailing down from his mouth to the bottom of his chin. Ryan feels incredibly guilty for what happened to Shane, with slight relief that Annan was finally gone. He just had to figure out what to do now. Wake up, Shane? Stay here? Leave? Leave for sure.

He checks his watch. Three in the morning. He sighs and rubs his face. I should wake him up and get out of here. Ryan thinks to himself and stares at Shane's unconscious body. Yeah, I'll wake him up.

He gently shakes Shane and says, "Hey, bud. Time to leave this fucked up place."

Shane blearily opens his eyes and stares at Ryan. "Ow," he says and puts an arm over his face.

Ryan smiles sympathetically and says, "Not surprised, you got fucking wrecked." He hears a huff of a laugh.

"What happened while I was out?" Shane asks and looks at Ryan, slowly sitting up in the Indian position.

Ryan smiles proudly. "I stabbed him with the syringe with the holy water in it and he turned to dust." Shane stares at him for a few seconds, which makes Ryan look at the ground, kind of uncomfortable and trying hard to hide the slight blush blossoming on his cheeks.

"You didn't mention this, oh I don't know. Two hours ago?" Shane laughs and Ryan joins in shortly after.

"Dude! You should be thanking me for saving your ass! I don't see you pulling out a bottle of holy water and putting it in a syringe!"

Ryan wheezes as Shane snickers and responds with, "I'm a fuckin' demon, Ryan. I can't touch holy water."

Ryan claps his hands together. "That's why you were making fun of me!"

They laugh a bit before Shane stops and looks down at his feet. "Hey, dude, what's wrong?" Ryan says, a look of concern on his face.

"I just...never wanted you to uh, find out."

Ryan frowns. "Find out you were a demon?" Shane nods quietly and Ryan huffs a sigh and takes Shane's head between his hands and forces, Shane, to look at him. "I, Ryan Bergara, do not care that you are a demon, Shane Madej. You are one of the funniest, sarcastic, kindest, pain-in-the-ass inducing, wonderful person I know. You're a demon, so what? You've never given me a reason to worry about you possessing me or killing me in my sleep," Shane raises an eyebrow at him. "Well, not enough for me to leave you behind." Shane laughs. "You're my best friend Shane, my co-host and my partner in crime. If you think for one second I'll leave you behind because you protected me from a demon who obviously treated you horribly in the past, you're stupider than I thought. Yeah, sure, I'm kinda pissed you didn't tell me or warned me, but I'm not scared of you. Those long legs might be a horrifying sight when they're running towards you but you're a good person Shane. Don't forget that." By the end of Ryan's speech, both of them are blushing profusely and not fully looking at each other in the eyes.