The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 43: The Romantic Endeavors of a Demon and A Hoodlum

Maddy

We got home relatively quickly and without many more bumps in the road. The whole time I watched Malcom intently, not even caring if anyone was looking anymore. When the car stopped, I got out swiftly and walked into the house.

"You'll have to wake him up," Eden called as she rushed to the bathroom for medical supplies.

"I don't imagine he'd be too keen on waking up with a needle in him," I agreed, then lightly shaking him, "Kid, get up."

"I'm tired," He groaned, trying to roll over in my lap, "Go away."

I clenched my jaw at the movement, a deep blush reaching my face. After a moment of watching Sam take Oliver into his room to sleep, I knew I would have to try again. I huffed as I flicked his head. He swatted me away, barely opening his eyes to gaze up at me. I smirked, taking out my phone.

"Alright," I conceded, "I'll just take a picture and send it to the guys so that they know you're okay."

Malcom shot up, knocking his head into mine. I snorted, putting my phone away. He glared at me, grimacing as his hand gravitated to his wound. His eyes widened suddenly as he looked at his position, seeing that he was sitting sideways on my lap. I raised my eyebrows as red rushed to his face, himself quickly scrambling off of my lap.

"Did you get enough beauty sleep?" I snickered as he stood up.

"Shut up," He sneered as he looked anywhere but me.

"Okay, Malcom," Eden started as she walked in with a white tub filled with an array of things, "You're up first."

"Right," He said as he walked over to the table, "I'll help you patch everyone up after I'm done."

"You know how to stitch wounds?" Dean asked as Eden nodded.

"Yeah, I'm constantly fixing up the guys and me," He shrugged, "It's not like we can go to the hospital all cut up and shot up and tell them we were in a gang fight."

"Take your shirt off and then sit down," Eden ordered, getting out some stuff.

Malcom did as he was told, slowly pulling his shirt off. A bolt of shock ran through me as my eyes ran over him. I hated to sound like a teenage girl, but I couldn't help myself. I swallowed as I licked my lip. I was surprised to find that he had lean muscles, as I always thought that he would be skin and bones. His eyes glanced at me, his eyebrows furrowing as he noticed I was staring.

Quickly looking away, I cursed under my breath. He sat down, thankfully brushing off what he had just seen. Eden grabbed a needle, trying to fill it up with some sort of sedative.

"No," Malcom rejected, taking the needle away from her and setting it on the table, "I can't be drugged up if I'm going to stitch people."

"You know it's going to hurt, right?" Eden asked wearily.

Malcom scoffed, "Pop me two tellenols and I'll grit my teeth and bare it."

"Fine," Eden shuttered, giving him two pills and watching him pop them in his mouth.

"Do it," Malcom huffed, grabbing onto the side of the chair with so much force that his knuckled turned white, his arm flexing.

Eden's lips formed a thin line as she got some tweezers that she had washed, sitting on her knees and edging her way between Malcom's legs so that she could get the bullet. She reluctantly spread the wound with her fingers, Malcom clenching his jaw harshly. She sent one last glance to Malcom's face before sticking the tweezers into the gunshot. Malcom's face turned white. He lurched, causing Eden to jerk her hand away.