My Demon Departure

Guilt

Dr. Strider has kept me locked in James and I's old room. He said he would bring James in when he was ready but it's been over an hour I believe.

I lay on the bed with my hand placed over my stomach.

"Will it be a girl or boy?" I whisper to the empty space.

"What will I name him or her?"

I look out the window and it's still dark and cloudy.

"Hell is too late to save..."

Stumbling and thumping is heard from outside the door, and James is thrown in, the other people leave before I can see them.

He lays on the floor, bloody and beaten.

Demon scratches cover his back and he has a black eye.

"James!" I cry out and run to him.

"What happened to you!!"

"D-Demonic" he croaks out

He lays on his stomach with his left cheek placed on the floor.

"Angela." he whispers.

His shirt is almost in shreds, covered in blood, it's hard to believe it was a white shirt.

"Hold still."

I place my hands on his back and his cringes. I take a deep breath in and my hands start to glow a light blue.

After a couple of minutes his back is healed but the scars still stand out.

"Come on let's get you in the shower, can you stand?"

He shrugs and gets up by doing a push up, I hold on to his bicep helping him up.

He leans on me once we get him on his feet, then walk him into the bathroom.

I get his tattered shirt off and his boxers and jeans.

He sits down in the tub and I turn on the shower head and remove it from the wall. Then turn it on a low pressure setting.

I spray water over him and run my hand through his hair and find a cut that is deep. The water first starts off as a red then calms to a pink.

I again take a deep breath and heal his head. He remains silent only wincing from mostly muscle pain and soreness.

I get him cleaned up and the water turns clear then I run the bath and out the shower head back.

I squirt shampoo in my hands and rub my hands through his hair. He sighs and leans his head into my hands. I let out a giggle.

"I must look pathetic to you." he croaks out.

"Shh, your voice is weak let it rest." I say and kiss his cheek.

"Get in with me."

"James I need to get you washed up."

"After you do get in with me."

"Maybe."

I get the shower head again and rinse his head off until all the suds disappear. Then I get the black loofa and put soap on it.

I lightly rub his back and he grabs the side of the tub in pain and let's out a groan of pain.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

He just shakes his head.

I then push him back so that he is in a almost laying down position. Then I rub his chest and arms. I look down and happen to see his...thing...sticking up. I blush and roll my eyes. He laughs.