You're Mine

Didn't think I would ever recover

Charlie opened her eyes to see the familiar broadcast station room. Searing pain flashed throughout her body, she wailed and slumped to the floor.

She felt a lifting sensation and the pain lessened. Her vision was still a blur, but she could make out a red splotch just above her. Squinting, she recognized her lover. Alastor was speaking, but she couldn't hear most of it. The pounding in her skull added with the burning of her wounds prevented her from doing anything.

"-Okay? Charlie--you alive?" Charlie heard fragments of his speech and attempted to communicate. "H-he-elp," She managed. "Don't wor--love, ever--just fine--Just st--with me." She could see clearer now, she took in her surroundings. Alastor rushed out the doorway and flew down the stairs, never seeming to lose speed.

The demon was covered in dust and blood, tears streamed down his cheeks like waterfalls. He was running so fast the world was reduced to a mix of colors and lights, anyone who stood in his way was shoved aside. Charlie held on for dear life as he sped around, a trail of feathers wafted up behind them.

"A-A-l," She stuttered out. "We are almost there. Hold on tight." Alastor was a mere blur as he rounded a corner. The pain increased, but she dared not move. "Y-you're c-crying," "Of course, my love, I believed I had lost you."

Alastor remained silent the rest of the run, never losing stamina. Suddenly, he burst through a pair of swinging doors.

"It's the Princess!" A voice cried. Charlie could not determine who, out of several hospital staff members, had said the quite obvious fact aloud. A team of doctors ushered Alastor into a trauma room and immediately got to work.

The world was swirling in her agony, Charlie had to do everything in her power to keep from screaming. Several people in masks hovered above her. She could hear Alastor's distraught voice from beside her.

"Princess, please close your eyes," She did as instructed. A sharp pain split through her side, causing her to cry out. She looked in horror as a knife was dislodged from her person and set on a tray. "Okay, now could you turn on your right side so we can patch this up?" Groaning, she lifted herself up.

Charlie reached as far as she could, barely grabbing Alastor's hand. He knelt down, coming to her eye-level. His eyes were filled with misery, but she also saw hope. She needed to survive this, she had to. 

Charlie needed to push through, not just for herself, but for him.