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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Some place safe
Zach's expression turned from cold and hard in an instant the moment he knew the demon was gone and concern for the human man it had been riding around in filled his face. He could see how broken the man was and god only knew what the demon had put him through. It was a miracle he was still alive at all. Zach moved to hid side and wrapped a strong arm around him before pulling him up with all his strength. He had no time to baby the guy right now. Or even say much. This place they were in wasn't save for the guy now. Not when he was so badly hurt and Zach sure as hell was in no shape to protect the both of them.
"Can you walk at all?" He questioned in a worried tone. His eyes going to all the bruises and cuts over the mans face. He swung the man's arm over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist to support him as best he could. The guy was a fair bit taller than he was and Zach was already pretty beaten up. He was pretty sure he had broken a rip or two and the pain was making it hard to breath. Not to mention he was still bleeding badly from the back of his head and it was making him a little light headed.
"I'm Zach by the way, your ok now, I'm gonna get us somewhere safe, then we can talk if you want to about what happened. Not that you'll like the answers much I don't reckon"
He said this very quickly as he looked around him and bent down awkwardly to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder as he waited to see if the man beside him could walk.
Mike grimaced at the touch. A million needles being thrust into every orifice of his broken body if what it felt like. His will to go on and push through this was weak and pleaded to be let go. This man helping him just so happened to be the only thing that kept him from fading into blackness. His voice a constant reminder that life still had hold of him. "I think so." he groaned in a frightened tone as he climbed to his feet. His eyes constantly searching the area, but seeing hardly anything through his swollen lids. He steadied himself when Zach bent to gather his belongings.
His free arm clutched at his ribs in reaction of the pain that blazed through them when moved. For a second he was sure he was about to pass out. That nauseated, numb feeling made his head feel heavy and dazed. If for no other reason he had to get out of here just so that his mom would know where her baby boy went to. He didn't want to die alone and full of questions.
Walking down a small, creepy hall with the paper peeling downward he stopped. Gripping the wall with one hand and looking over at the man, who looked like he was in just as much pain as Mike. "Are there more of those, Zach?" the man asked. What if more were coming to avenge this one he feared. "Maybe we should call the.. FBI or some more guys like you. You seem to know how to get rid of em. Fuck I feel like shit.." he mumbled on then began to walk again. Laughing to himself at the suggestion of calling the cops, all they would do was call an asylum to come pick up these crazy folks going on about ghosts.
"You're bleeding pretty bad, get us somewhere safe and I can look at that for you, let you answer some of my question.." he flickered his good eye at the gash on the back of the mans head.
Despite his pain Zach had to laugh. "The FBI?" he asked with a smirk which turned to a grimace when he's busted lip started to bleed again. "Trust me mate, they ain't gonna be any use in a situation like this. Anyway, we're safe from demons for now. We just gotta get outta here and back to my hotel room. They can't get in there."
He said all this as he dragged himself and the man down the dingy hall and out the door into the darkness of the cloudy night. His car was not far off and it was toward this that he lead Michael. He was glad he'd remembered to lock it, in this neighbour hood it wouldn't have been there when he returned if he hadn't. "What's your name?" He asked as he reached the car and pulled out his key, opening the passenger door he threw his back over into the back seat and helped Mike lower himself into the seat before heading around the front of the car to the drivers side.
Sliding into his seat he put the key in the ignition and turned over the engine. The roar of the powerful V8 kicked over first time and Zach shifted her into gear. As he pulled out and headed for the main road in the town and his motel he reached up and touched the back of his head gingerly and winced at the feeling of warm blood and pain. He pulled his hand away and wiped the blood on his already bloody jeans and looked over at the other guy. "You said you'd be able to help me with my head, you a doctor or something?" He asked for no other reason than to ask something. He knew that the guy was close to passing out and Zach wanted to get him talking and keep him talking.
He slid down into the seat, holding his breath until his body was slumped in a somewhat more comfortable position. His legs slack and dropped open without a care. The building quickly vanished behind them, leaving what he thought would be the end of him in the past. He cared not where he was going now, only that it was far away from there. "Mike." he breathed, raising both eyebrows high in the air, willing himself to stay awake.
"Not exactly no, Med Student still.. but gimme a needle and some thread I'll have you patched up in no time." he nodded and glanced around, grabbing a wadded up towel in the back seat. "Here, press that against it, don't want you bleeding to death while driving. Hey if it's any consolation I am really sorry about this... I tried to stop but..." the man shook his head and handed over the towel. He felt like it was all his fault, like maybe he should have fought it harder or been a better man. Perhaps that thing wouldn't have been able to get into him like that.
"Stop here, I need a cigarette." he pointed to a drug store. "I'll get some supplies for.. all this." there was too many cuts and bruises to pick out just one that needed attention.. and he was far too dazed and confused to ask many questions at the moment. A smoke and a coke, and a shower... and god was he hungry.
Zach looked at the offered towel and shook his head, with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift he didn't have one free to hold it. Especially when he was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road as it was. He was fucking glad the motel he was staying at was not far off.
"Don't be sorry mate, you couldn't have stopped it no matter how hard you fought. Even the best men can be taken over by demons if they don't watch themselves." He said roughly as he turned the corner of the street and continued past the drug store that Mike had asked him to pull over at. He could see the motel up a head and he was getting more and more dizzy. He had smokes and medical supplies in the car and he knew if he stopped now he'd pass out before he made it to the place where it was safe to pass out in.
"I got medical supplies and smokes. Sorry I just really can't stop now..." He said as he gave the guy a glance. "Its that one just on the corner there, will be there and you can smoke all ya like. I need to lay the fuck down before I pass out."
He wasn't trying to be rude, he just wasn't in any shape to be friendly either right now. As he pulled up in front of his room and cut the engine he growled at the thought of having to pull himself from the car. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the door. How he managed to get out and into the hotel room he couldn't imagine and as soon as he was in he headed for the bathroom and grabbed one of the cheap old towels from the rail. Pressing it to his head he had a good look at himself in the mirror and groaned at the sight of him. He had really gotten an ass whooping this time.
"You ok? Smokes are on the table and the medical stuff is in the trunk. Keys are on the bed." He called out to Mike. He knew he should be the one taking care of him. But right now it was all he could do not to vomit or passout... or both.
"Alright." he sighed, patting his thighs to see if there was even a wallet there. Which was not. "Good I dont even have any money." fuck this was annoying. Damn demons. He sat and watched as Zach climbed out of the car, Mike really didn't want to attempt it. He sat and waited for a moment, deciding he was really freaked out being outside by himself so he jumped out of the car a little too fast and whimpered the entire way. Quiet swears and curses flying out of his mouth as he reaches the door. "Trunk.. right."
He scooped the keys up off the bed and tromped back out the door. Popping the back of the car open he made quick work of finding that bag and hightailing it back to he room. Where apparently they were safe, and nothing could get in. Very carefully he dropped himself in a semi soft padded chair and leaned back. Letting the bag drop to the floor next to him. His head did nothing but spin, everything that happened in the last few weeks pounding in his skull like drums. It was strange being able to use his own body, he almost felt like he'd forgotten how to even breath on his own.
One shaky hand reaches out to grab the small box of smokes and a lighter. He lit one up and took a big long drag. Smoking was not something he did before the possession. He figured there were alot of things he'd picked up along the way. He let out a big long fuuuuck and scratched his forehead. "Never been better, what about you?"
Zach made his way slowly back out of the bathroom and dropped himself on the floor beside the bag Mike had brought in and let fall to the floor. He still had the towel pressed to his head and it was now covered with a healthy amount of blood. He felt woozy and he leaned his back against the chair Mike was sitting in and with his free hand started pulling out everything he had in his first aid kit. Bandages, needle and surgical thread. Gauze, antiseptic, bandages, pain killers. You name it Zach had it in that bag.
He looked up at Mike and the smoke he had in his mouth. "Give us a draw of that would ya?" He asked, his voice was getting weak because of the blood loss and he wasn't sure if he could handle a whole smoke right now. He waved a hand at all the stuff on the ground before him. He was pretty good at patching himself up these days but as Mike was a med student he figured he'd let him have at it. "What do you need from here? Get yourself fixed up and get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning... I hope."
He then grabbed the gauze and antiseptic and tried to take off the lid of the bottle with one hand. He put it between his knees and started to try to unscrew it but it kept slipping in the material of his jeans.
Only his eyes moved as Zach did. Following his movements and watching as he sat. "Here, give me that." between two finger he handed over the cigarette. Grabbing the items he needed to sew Zach up and sitting up straight. Just like at work when someone was in need his own fatigue and worries were forgotten. "Turn a little, can't reach you." with a heave he picked out what he needed. His options were a little limited, but they would do for now.
"You may want to take some of that, this is going to hurt like a bitch." he tossed Zach the pain killers. "So you do all this yourself? That's amazing you kill evil things and then play doctor. You guys hiring?" he laughed.
Maybe he was in the wrong profession. Looked like being a.. what ever he was, was more help than what Mike was spending his every waking moment doing. As he rambled on he began to have a look at the gash on Zachs head. "A few stitches should do it." he said mostly to himself. Feeling slightly wild eyed. Threading the needle and cleaning the would went slower then usual. "Alright be real still.." his eyes narrowed and he focused extra hard. Making the first poke gently.
Zach twisted around so he was sitting between Mikes knees and leaned his head forward a little to give Mike access to the back of his head. He grabbed the pain killers and a hip flask he always carried and took two pills with a swig of scotch. Followed by another swig of scotch. He rested his arms on his knees then and let Mike fix his head.
"Yeah I guess you could call it a job. More like a life style really, and trust me mate it ain't one you want. Go back to your medical school and forget this shit as best you can. Trust me, cause once your in, there ain't getting out. And you will always want out..." He said this through clenched teeth as he felt Mike start the stitches. He was used to pain so it didn't hurt that badly. Plus he was already in to much pain to feel any more.
"That thing that took over you was a demon. A black eyed demon to be exactly. Thats the basic level demon. And you should thank god it was, or I might not have won that fight." He said more to have something else to think about other than what Mike was doing to his sore head. "So hit me with them then, questions. You must have em, they all do after their first time finding out that monsters are real."
He pulled and tugged, tying and cutting small loops until he was happy that the wound was closed. "I don't know, there were ton's of things I wanted to ask. Not even sure where to start now. I mean if there are things like demons then that means there is a devil right? A God.." it was all so daunting. To know that all those things were real and not just stories in a book.
"How can I just go back now and carry on my life the way it was. Shit I been missing for weeks and fucked half the nursing staff at the hospital. They'd have me dragged out." his voice was angry. "All done, how do feel now?"
Mike wiped his hands on his jeans and sighed. "Like you said once you start you cant go back, I guess the same could apply for me right?" he let his head fall back on the chair. Why he had begun to consider doing what Zach did he didn't know. All he could figure was that he now wanted to kill the things that did this to him. "You lookin for a sidekick?" asking sheepishly, knowing that this man seemed to be a loner.
Zach sighed as he listened to Mike, he was to tired to explain to him right now just what a huge fucking mistake he was making. He would have that conversation after a shower and some sleep. For now he pushed himself away from the chair slowly and stood up. Though not terribly steady on his feet, he felt better now the pain killers had kicked in and his wasn't bleeding any more.
"Look man, do me a favour and believe me when I tell you you don't want this life. Didn't you have friend's, family, a girl friend or wife you left behind before all this? Go back to them, love them and be happy. This life is nothing but bullshit pain and death, you got that." He slumped over to the bed and to weak to even shower now he threw himself down onto the cheap mattress. Spread eagle face down, shoes and all still on.
"I'm sorry about what that son of a bitch did with your body Mike, but becoming a hunter is not the answer" He murmured from his spot on the bed before realizing there was only one bed and two of them. Neither of them were in any shape to be sleeping on the floor either. So he rolled over so he wasn't covering the whole thing anymore. "We're gonna have to share, sorry, didn't know I'd be bringing home company." He muttered as he closed his eyes and placed his hands on his stomach gently.
Mike frowned, there had to be some way to convince Zach to let him tag along for a while. "Nah, had a boyfriend but that ended before all this. That's neither here nor there I aint going back." the man was determined. "Sleep.. sounds good." he heaved off of the chair and got to his feet. For a moment he caught sight of himself and grimaced.
"It's fine I dont mind man, just glad to be alive and able to sleep at all right now. Hey do you mind if I use the shower?" He hobbled toward the bathroom and flipped the light on. Knowing that after a nice hot shower sleep would come easier. Mike turned and looked at Zach for a moment and thought to himself.. was this man alone all the time? Did he not have anyone to go home to when the hunting was all over? "Someone waiting at home for you?"
Zach chose to ignore Mike's comment about not going back for now. He would address it when he had more strength to do so. He moaned with pain as he worked his shoes off without moving to much. He used his feet to kick them off and then lay absolutely still hoping it would hurt less. But it didn't really help.
"Yeah course you can" Zach answered when Mike asked to use the shower. God he needed a shower. He was covered in sticky, drying blood, most of it his, some of it Mikes. Not to mention sweat and dirt from the nights events. But he really wasn't sure he had the power left to get up off the bed and stand under the water long enough for it to make any difference.
"Nope" Zach replied coolly with a bitter snort. "Don't even have a home waiting for me at home" He said a little more angrily than he'd intended. You don't get to have a home with someone waiting for you if you do this job. He thought sadly but he kept this thought to himself for now. He really was way to tired to think about it all any more and he felt like maybe he'd be able to sleep soon. He closed his eyes again and focused on the sound of the shower running and all it did was make him want a hot shower even more.
"Leave some water for me will you, I'm gonna need to shower before I sleep, I'm disgusting..." He called through to Mike once he'd made up his mind on the showering idea.
Mike nodded. Feeling oddly saddened for Zach, the man didn't even have a home or lover to go to. Not even if he wanted to. To everyone their own, he thought to himself. At least he was there to save Mikes life and for that he would always be grateful. "Yeah, won't be long." he said quickly before shutting the door behind him. As he undressed he looked down at the clothing on the floor, it lay there bloodied shredded and torn. He was glad to be rid of it. Soon he stepped in..
A long, drown out stuttering sigh came from him as soon as the water pelted his face. It stung all the bits of broken skin so much that he considered climbing back out. All the blood and dirt washed away slowly, gathering in a red speckled puddle on the bottom. He had a tiny bottle of shampoo in his hand and it just about took all the strength he had left to squeeze it out and lather it on himself. His head pounded and he couldn't get one straight thought out of himself, it was all jumbled non-scene and it drove him nuts.
Mike had to get to sleep before he lost his mind completely, so with one quick movement he pressed the water off and stepped out. There he stood looking at those disgusting clothes again and glared. What he really wanted to do was burn them. "Fucking demons.." he said for the 3rd time tonight with an angry growl. Grabbing the boxers he pulled them on, gathered the smelly pile and limped out. "All done, sorry but I used up alot of your soap.." his tired body collapsed backwards onto the bed, making sure to stay on his side. "The wonders a shower can do..." he sighed and gave a big yawn.
Zach was to tired to open his eyes when he heard Mike open the bathroom door and it was only when he felt the bed sink a little that he made some movement. He needed a shower so bad he was willing to face the pain it was gonna cause him. He slowly sat up and pushed himself off the bed and pulled off his shirt, chucking it in a far corner of the room he headed toward the bathroom.
"Don't even care about soap right now, just gotta wash off some of this blood and crap." He replied as he closed the bathroom door behind him. He was fairly certain Mike would be asleep by the time he finished. He quickly turned on the water and stripped of his clothes. He winced when he stepped under the water and had to lower the heat a little because it burnt his cut and swollen body to much for him to deal with.
He ran his hands over his face and neck scrubbing the blood from his skin. He stayed in the shower just long enough for the water to run clear again and then shut it off and grabbing a towel. After drying himself he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back out to his duffel bag. He pulled out a pair of boxes that were clean and with a glance at the bed. Mike looked like he was sleeping. He dropped the towel, his back to Mike, and put on the boxes as fast as his broken body would allow.
That done he turned and flicking out the lamp beside the bed, he rolled back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Willing the bliss that was sleep to take him.
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Author's Notes: Next chapter we start to learn just what it is that happened to make Zach so scared to allow anyone close to him! Please Review, I will love you forever!
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"Can you walk at all?" He questioned in a worried tone. His eyes going to all the bruises and cuts over the mans face. He swung the man's arm over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist to support him as best he could. The guy was a fair bit taller than he was and Zach was already pretty beaten up. He was pretty sure he had broken a rip or two and the pain was making it hard to breath. Not to mention he was still bleeding badly from the back of his head and it was making him a little light headed.
"I'm Zach by the way, your ok now, I'm gonna get us somewhere safe, then we can talk if you want to about what happened. Not that you'll like the answers much I don't reckon"
He said this very quickly as he looked around him and bent down awkwardly to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder as he waited to see if the man beside him could walk.
Mike grimaced at the touch. A million needles being thrust into every orifice of his broken body if what it felt like. His will to go on and push through this was weak and pleaded to be let go. This man helping him just so happened to be the only thing that kept him from fading into blackness. His voice a constant reminder that life still had hold of him. "I think so." he groaned in a frightened tone as he climbed to his feet. His eyes constantly searching the area, but seeing hardly anything through his swollen lids. He steadied himself when Zach bent to gather his belongings.
His free arm clutched at his ribs in reaction of the pain that blazed through them when moved. For a second he was sure he was about to pass out. That nauseated, numb feeling made his head feel heavy and dazed. If for no other reason he had to get out of here just so that his mom would know where her baby boy went to. He didn't want to die alone and full of questions.
Walking down a small, creepy hall with the paper peeling downward he stopped. Gripping the wall with one hand and looking over at the man, who looked like he was in just as much pain as Mike. "Are there more of those, Zach?" the man asked. What if more were coming to avenge this one he feared. "Maybe we should call the.. FBI or some more guys like you. You seem to know how to get rid of em. Fuck I feel like shit.." he mumbled on then began to walk again. Laughing to himself at the suggestion of calling the cops, all they would do was call an asylum to come pick up these crazy folks going on about ghosts.
"You're bleeding pretty bad, get us somewhere safe and I can look at that for you, let you answer some of my question.." he flickered his good eye at the gash on the back of the mans head.
Despite his pain Zach had to laugh. "The FBI?" he asked with a smirk which turned to a grimace when he's busted lip started to bleed again. "Trust me mate, they ain't gonna be any use in a situation like this. Anyway, we're safe from demons for now. We just gotta get outta here and back to my hotel room. They can't get in there."
He said all this as he dragged himself and the man down the dingy hall and out the door into the darkness of the cloudy night. His car was not far off and it was toward this that he lead Michael. He was glad he'd remembered to lock it, in this neighbour hood it wouldn't have been there when he returned if he hadn't. "What's your name?" He asked as he reached the car and pulled out his key, opening the passenger door he threw his back over into the back seat and helped Mike lower himself into the seat before heading around the front of the car to the drivers side.
Sliding into his seat he put the key in the ignition and turned over the engine. The roar of the powerful V8 kicked over first time and Zach shifted her into gear. As he pulled out and headed for the main road in the town and his motel he reached up and touched the back of his head gingerly and winced at the feeling of warm blood and pain. He pulled his hand away and wiped the blood on his already bloody jeans and looked over at the other guy. "You said you'd be able to help me with my head, you a doctor or something?" He asked for no other reason than to ask something. He knew that the guy was close to passing out and Zach wanted to get him talking and keep him talking.
He slid down into the seat, holding his breath until his body was slumped in a somewhat more comfortable position. His legs slack and dropped open without a care. The building quickly vanished behind them, leaving what he thought would be the end of him in the past. He cared not where he was going now, only that it was far away from there. "Mike." he breathed, raising both eyebrows high in the air, willing himself to stay awake.
"Not exactly no, Med Student still.. but gimme a needle and some thread I'll have you patched up in no time." he nodded and glanced around, grabbing a wadded up towel in the back seat. "Here, press that against it, don't want you bleeding to death while driving. Hey if it's any consolation I am really sorry about this... I tried to stop but..." the man shook his head and handed over the towel. He felt like it was all his fault, like maybe he should have fought it harder or been a better man. Perhaps that thing wouldn't have been able to get into him like that.
"Stop here, I need a cigarette." he pointed to a drug store. "I'll get some supplies for.. all this." there was too many cuts and bruises to pick out just one that needed attention.. and he was far too dazed and confused to ask many questions at the moment. A smoke and a coke, and a shower... and god was he hungry.
Zach looked at the offered towel and shook his head, with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift he didn't have one free to hold it. Especially when he was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road as it was. He was fucking glad the motel he was staying at was not far off.
"Don't be sorry mate, you couldn't have stopped it no matter how hard you fought. Even the best men can be taken over by demons if they don't watch themselves." He said roughly as he turned the corner of the street and continued past the drug store that Mike had asked him to pull over at. He could see the motel up a head and he was getting more and more dizzy. He had smokes and medical supplies in the car and he knew if he stopped now he'd pass out before he made it to the place where it was safe to pass out in.
"I got medical supplies and smokes. Sorry I just really can't stop now..." He said as he gave the guy a glance. "Its that one just on the corner there, will be there and you can smoke all ya like. I need to lay the fuck down before I pass out."
He wasn't trying to be rude, he just wasn't in any shape to be friendly either right now. As he pulled up in front of his room and cut the engine he growled at the thought of having to pull himself from the car. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the door. How he managed to get out and into the hotel room he couldn't imagine and as soon as he was in he headed for the bathroom and grabbed one of the cheap old towels from the rail. Pressing it to his head he had a good look at himself in the mirror and groaned at the sight of him. He had really gotten an ass whooping this time.
"You ok? Smokes are on the table and the medical stuff is in the trunk. Keys are on the bed." He called out to Mike. He knew he should be the one taking care of him. But right now it was all he could do not to vomit or passout... or both.
"Alright." he sighed, patting his thighs to see if there was even a wallet there. Which was not. "Good I dont even have any money." fuck this was annoying. Damn demons. He sat and watched as Zach climbed out of the car, Mike really didn't want to attempt it. He sat and waited for a moment, deciding he was really freaked out being outside by himself so he jumped out of the car a little too fast and whimpered the entire way. Quiet swears and curses flying out of his mouth as he reaches the door. "Trunk.. right."
He scooped the keys up off the bed and tromped back out the door. Popping the back of the car open he made quick work of finding that bag and hightailing it back to he room. Where apparently they were safe, and nothing could get in. Very carefully he dropped himself in a semi soft padded chair and leaned back. Letting the bag drop to the floor next to him. His head did nothing but spin, everything that happened in the last few weeks pounding in his skull like drums. It was strange being able to use his own body, he almost felt like he'd forgotten how to even breath on his own.
One shaky hand reaches out to grab the small box of smokes and a lighter. He lit one up and took a big long drag. Smoking was not something he did before the possession. He figured there were alot of things he'd picked up along the way. He let out a big long fuuuuck and scratched his forehead. "Never been better, what about you?"
Zach made his way slowly back out of the bathroom and dropped himself on the floor beside the bag Mike had brought in and let fall to the floor. He still had the towel pressed to his head and it was now covered with a healthy amount of blood. He felt woozy and he leaned his back against the chair Mike was sitting in and with his free hand started pulling out everything he had in his first aid kit. Bandages, needle and surgical thread. Gauze, antiseptic, bandages, pain killers. You name it Zach had it in that bag.
He looked up at Mike and the smoke he had in his mouth. "Give us a draw of that would ya?" He asked, his voice was getting weak because of the blood loss and he wasn't sure if he could handle a whole smoke right now. He waved a hand at all the stuff on the ground before him. He was pretty good at patching himself up these days but as Mike was a med student he figured he'd let him have at it. "What do you need from here? Get yourself fixed up and get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning... I hope."
He then grabbed the gauze and antiseptic and tried to take off the lid of the bottle with one hand. He put it between his knees and started to try to unscrew it but it kept slipping in the material of his jeans.
Only his eyes moved as Zach did. Following his movements and watching as he sat. "Here, give me that." between two finger he handed over the cigarette. Grabbing the items he needed to sew Zach up and sitting up straight. Just like at work when someone was in need his own fatigue and worries were forgotten. "Turn a little, can't reach you." with a heave he picked out what he needed. His options were a little limited, but they would do for now.
"You may want to take some of that, this is going to hurt like a bitch." he tossed Zach the pain killers. "So you do all this yourself? That's amazing you kill evil things and then play doctor. You guys hiring?" he laughed.
Maybe he was in the wrong profession. Looked like being a.. what ever he was, was more help than what Mike was spending his every waking moment doing. As he rambled on he began to have a look at the gash on Zachs head. "A few stitches should do it." he said mostly to himself. Feeling slightly wild eyed. Threading the needle and cleaning the would went slower then usual. "Alright be real still.." his eyes narrowed and he focused extra hard. Making the first poke gently.
Zach twisted around so he was sitting between Mikes knees and leaned his head forward a little to give Mike access to the back of his head. He grabbed the pain killers and a hip flask he always carried and took two pills with a swig of scotch. Followed by another swig of scotch. He rested his arms on his knees then and let Mike fix his head.
"Yeah I guess you could call it a job. More like a life style really, and trust me mate it ain't one you want. Go back to your medical school and forget this shit as best you can. Trust me, cause once your in, there ain't getting out. And you will always want out..." He said this through clenched teeth as he felt Mike start the stitches. He was used to pain so it didn't hurt that badly. Plus he was already in to much pain to feel any more.
"That thing that took over you was a demon. A black eyed demon to be exactly. Thats the basic level demon. And you should thank god it was, or I might not have won that fight." He said more to have something else to think about other than what Mike was doing to his sore head. "So hit me with them then, questions. You must have em, they all do after their first time finding out that monsters are real."
He pulled and tugged, tying and cutting small loops until he was happy that the wound was closed. "I don't know, there were ton's of things I wanted to ask. Not even sure where to start now. I mean if there are things like demons then that means there is a devil right? A God.." it was all so daunting. To know that all those things were real and not just stories in a book.
"How can I just go back now and carry on my life the way it was. Shit I been missing for weeks and fucked half the nursing staff at the hospital. They'd have me dragged out." his voice was angry. "All done, how do feel now?"
Mike wiped his hands on his jeans and sighed. "Like you said once you start you cant go back, I guess the same could apply for me right?" he let his head fall back on the chair. Why he had begun to consider doing what Zach did he didn't know. All he could figure was that he now wanted to kill the things that did this to him. "You lookin for a sidekick?" asking sheepishly, knowing that this man seemed to be a loner.
Zach sighed as he listened to Mike, he was to tired to explain to him right now just what a huge fucking mistake he was making. He would have that conversation after a shower and some sleep. For now he pushed himself away from the chair slowly and stood up. Though not terribly steady on his feet, he felt better now the pain killers had kicked in and his wasn't bleeding any more.
"Look man, do me a favour and believe me when I tell you you don't want this life. Didn't you have friend's, family, a girl friend or wife you left behind before all this? Go back to them, love them and be happy. This life is nothing but bullshit pain and death, you got that." He slumped over to the bed and to weak to even shower now he threw himself down onto the cheap mattress. Spread eagle face down, shoes and all still on.
"I'm sorry about what that son of a bitch did with your body Mike, but becoming a hunter is not the answer" He murmured from his spot on the bed before realizing there was only one bed and two of them. Neither of them were in any shape to be sleeping on the floor either. So he rolled over so he wasn't covering the whole thing anymore. "We're gonna have to share, sorry, didn't know I'd be bringing home company." He muttered as he closed his eyes and placed his hands on his stomach gently.
Mike frowned, there had to be some way to convince Zach to let him tag along for a while. "Nah, had a boyfriend but that ended before all this. That's neither here nor there I aint going back." the man was determined. "Sleep.. sounds good." he heaved off of the chair and got to his feet. For a moment he caught sight of himself and grimaced.
"It's fine I dont mind man, just glad to be alive and able to sleep at all right now. Hey do you mind if I use the shower?" He hobbled toward the bathroom and flipped the light on. Knowing that after a nice hot shower sleep would come easier. Mike turned and looked at Zach for a moment and thought to himself.. was this man alone all the time? Did he not have anyone to go home to when the hunting was all over? "Someone waiting at home for you?"
Zach chose to ignore Mike's comment about not going back for now. He would address it when he had more strength to do so. He moaned with pain as he worked his shoes off without moving to much. He used his feet to kick them off and then lay absolutely still hoping it would hurt less. But it didn't really help.
"Yeah course you can" Zach answered when Mike asked to use the shower. God he needed a shower. He was covered in sticky, drying blood, most of it his, some of it Mikes. Not to mention sweat and dirt from the nights events. But he really wasn't sure he had the power left to get up off the bed and stand under the water long enough for it to make any difference.
"Nope" Zach replied coolly with a bitter snort. "Don't even have a home waiting for me at home" He said a little more angrily than he'd intended. You don't get to have a home with someone waiting for you if you do this job. He thought sadly but he kept this thought to himself for now. He really was way to tired to think about it all any more and he felt like maybe he'd be able to sleep soon. He closed his eyes again and focused on the sound of the shower running and all it did was make him want a hot shower even more.
"Leave some water for me will you, I'm gonna need to shower before I sleep, I'm disgusting..." He called through to Mike once he'd made up his mind on the showering idea.
Mike nodded. Feeling oddly saddened for Zach, the man didn't even have a home or lover to go to. Not even if he wanted to. To everyone their own, he thought to himself. At least he was there to save Mikes life and for that he would always be grateful. "Yeah, won't be long." he said quickly before shutting the door behind him. As he undressed he looked down at the clothing on the floor, it lay there bloodied shredded and torn. He was glad to be rid of it. Soon he stepped in..
A long, drown out stuttering sigh came from him as soon as the water pelted his face. It stung all the bits of broken skin so much that he considered climbing back out. All the blood and dirt washed away slowly, gathering in a red speckled puddle on the bottom. He had a tiny bottle of shampoo in his hand and it just about took all the strength he had left to squeeze it out and lather it on himself. His head pounded and he couldn't get one straight thought out of himself, it was all jumbled non-scene and it drove him nuts.
Mike had to get to sleep before he lost his mind completely, so with one quick movement he pressed the water off and stepped out. There he stood looking at those disgusting clothes again and glared. What he really wanted to do was burn them. "Fucking demons.." he said for the 3rd time tonight with an angry growl. Grabbing the boxers he pulled them on, gathered the smelly pile and limped out. "All done, sorry but I used up alot of your soap.." his tired body collapsed backwards onto the bed, making sure to stay on his side. "The wonders a shower can do..." he sighed and gave a big yawn.
Zach was to tired to open his eyes when he heard Mike open the bathroom door and it was only when he felt the bed sink a little that he made some movement. He needed a shower so bad he was willing to face the pain it was gonna cause him. He slowly sat up and pushed himself off the bed and pulled off his shirt, chucking it in a far corner of the room he headed toward the bathroom.
"Don't even care about soap right now, just gotta wash off some of this blood and crap." He replied as he closed the bathroom door behind him. He was fairly certain Mike would be asleep by the time he finished. He quickly turned on the water and stripped of his clothes. He winced when he stepped under the water and had to lower the heat a little because it burnt his cut and swollen body to much for him to deal with.
He ran his hands over his face and neck scrubbing the blood from his skin. He stayed in the shower just long enough for the water to run clear again and then shut it off and grabbing a towel. After drying himself he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back out to his duffel bag. He pulled out a pair of boxes that were clean and with a glance at the bed. Mike looked like he was sleeping. He dropped the towel, his back to Mike, and put on the boxes as fast as his broken body would allow.
That done he turned and flicking out the lamp beside the bed, he rolled back onto the bed and closed his eyes. Willing the bliss that was sleep to take him.
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Author's Notes: Next chapter we start to learn just what it is that happened to make Zach so scared to allow anyone close to him! Please Review, I will love you forever!
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