I awoke to the sound of plastic crinkling. I opened my eyes and saw that my mom was in the room. She was opening a wrapper with a cookie inside it. I smiled to myself and looked back to where Damien's chair was. He wasn't there. He was gone. I sighed and thought that maybe everything last night was a dream. I knew it was too good to be true. Maybe it was the best though. After all going to hell wouldn't be good. If I died I'd rather go to heaven, but definitely not now. Not when my parents had told me last night how much I meant to them. They made me realize that I really was the most important thing to them. Even though they worked so much, it was all for me. I smiled at my mom. I couldn't leave them behind.

          "Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling?" asked my mom, rushing to my bedside.

          "I'm feeling a lot better than I was yesterday," I replied sitting up slowly. "Don't you have to work today?"

          "Yes. I came by to check up on you. I can't stay though, honey. I'm sorry," she apologized standing up.

           "It's fine. I know you have to work. I'll see you later though, right?" I asked, smiling hopefully.

          "I'll try and get here okay, honey? I'll call you if I can't okay?"


          "That's a beautiful drawing, by the way."

          I looked at my sketchbook that was laying on the table next to my bed. It was the drawing that Damien had drawn. I stared at it and smiled. It wasn't a dream after all.

          "My friend drew it for me."

          "Well, it's very pretty. I'm going now. Bye, sweetie."

          "Bye mom."

           My mom hugged me gently and then left the room. She had left her cookie on the chair and hadn't bothered eating it.

           What a waste, I thought, hearing my stomach growl. That cookie suddenly looked really delicious.

           "Good morning, Ms. Talks-in-her-sleep," teased Damien, walked out from behind the other bed curtain. "Really, I didn't know that I looked good in a tight shirt."

           My cheeks burned red and averted his gaze. Curse my mouth.

          "Can you hand me that cookie over there?" I asked, trying to ignor his comment. "I'm starving."

          He walked over to the chair and picked up my mom's cookie. Then he came over to my bedside and stood there with it.

          "What? Give me the cookie," I commanded, holding out my hand.

          He smirked and shoved the cookie in my mouth.

          I glared at him and raised my hand to take it out. He grabbed my hand to stop me and he got close. I backed my head up and stared into his icy eyes. What was going on? Why was he getting so close?

          "If you don't mind, I'd like a bite of that cookie," he commented, turning the right corner of his lips into a half smile.

          I watched in amazement as he leaned forward. His eyes held mine locked mine in place. No matter how much I wanted to look away, I couldn't. His nose brushed mine as he took a bite of my cookie. As he pulled away, he released my hand and walked to the window. Then he opened the window and turned to look at me one last time.

          "I'll be back," he replied, stepping out the window. "Thanks for sharing your cookie."

          I pulled the now bitten cookie out of my mouth and threw it at him as best as I could. The cookie missed as he ran off. Scowling at the open window, I gently touched my stomach and felt no pain. I pulled up my hospital smock and examined my stomach area. The bandages were still in tact, but my ribs weren't hurting. I pushed the nurse button and waited for her to appear. I needed a professional opinion on why my ribs weren't hurting anymore. Minutes passed and the nurse finally came into the room.

          "Can I help you?" she asked, smiling brightly.

          "Can you check my ribs? I think they've healed," I explained, pointing to my stomach area.

          She nodded and removed the bandages. She washed her hands and then gently felt around my ribs for any sign that they were broken. She frowned and felt around more and then looked up at me.

          "That's odd. You've completely healed it seems," she replied, washing her hands again.

          "Are you positive? My ribs were broken, right?"

          "Not all the way through. They were fractured and bruised. You should still be sore, but I guess you are a quick healer. This is strange. I've never seen someone heal as quickly as you have, but you still have bruises on your skin," she replied, pointing out the dark purple spots on my skin.

          I thanked her and gently touched my bruises. Some hurt a little more than others, but they were signs that I had been hit. If my ribs were fractured, then why did they heal so fast? It seemed impossible to me. I asked the nurse for some food and waited for that to come. There was no telling when I would get another opportunity to eat. She was back minutes later with a bran muffin and orange juice. Normally, I would never eat a bran muffin, but right now I was starving. Taking my time, I slowly chewed my muffin and drank my juice. I loved orange juice.

           When I had finished my breakfast, I started to wonder where Damien could possibly be. Where did he go when he disappeared out that window? I wanted to know, but it was none of my business to ask. Having him around made me feel safer, even though he was a demon. I didn't care if he was. Damien was helping me right now and that's what counted. Still, it would be nice to know how evil he really was. It worried me slightly that he could possibly be so evil, that even God feared him. That couldn't be the case though. I mean, God was supposed to be a powerful spirit. He was supposedly stronger than Satan and that included his demons...right?

          As thoughts poured into my mind, I began to fear the worse. What if Damien had gotten hurt? He had been gone for over thirty minutes now. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself down.

          "What are you doing?"

          I opened my eyes and saw that Damien was sitting in his chair again. Smiling wildly, I asked him if he was okay.

          "Why would I be hurt?"

          "I don't know. I thought that maybe you may have gotten hurt because Drake is out there and all."

          "You don't really think that I would be taken so easily by Drake, do you?"

          "Uh...well I haven't met him but-"

          "I thought you liked how big my muscles were."

          "I do! Wait! I mean..."

          He smirked. He had been walking closer to me with every question. Reaching his hand out to move a hair out of my face.

          "Relax. I'm just messing with you. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. You haven't seen Drake, so you don't need to worry about him hurting me. Besides, I'm a quick healer. Just like you."

          I stared at him with my mouth agape. He had something to do with my healing. That had to be what he meant.

          "What did you do to me?"

          "I healed you. Sort of. I used a great deal of my energy to do so, but now you can be released. Broken legs are allowed out of a hospital, but not broken ribs. Besides, I'd rather have you home."

          "Home? Wait, are you thinking of living with me?"

          He nodded and returned to his chair. He explained that when he had left, he had followed my mother home. He was trying to see where I lived so that he would know where to go. He explained that it took him longer to get back, because he was exploring the house. My house didn't have a guest room, which was a problem for him. Unfortunately he already came up with a solution.

          "I'll live in your room," he concluded, leaning back in his chair.

          "What? No! Absolutely not!" I shouted, jolting upright.

          "Do you have a better idea?" he argued, becoming frustrated.

          "How about living in the attic?" I snapped, becoming sassy.

          "Suck it up. I'm staying in your room!" he stated, ending the argument.

          "You're an ass!" I added, frowning.

          Damien glared at me.

          I looked at his eyes and saw that a red color was starting to creep out to the edges of the iris. Fear pushed it's way through my anger and showed on my face. The red was almost reaching the edge and he was beginning to bear his teeth. I became frightened and felt tears sliding down my cheeks. This wasn't what I wanted.

          Damien's face suddenly changed. He stopped bearing his teeth and he looked at my face with a pained expression. The red stopped spreading and pulled back into the middle. An ashamed look took over his face and he got up. He slowly walked towards me and touched my shoulder.

          I wriggled out of his touch and stared at him in fear. What I had just seen was going to be stuck in my mind forever.

          Damien reached out his hand again and touched my shoulder. He sighed in frustration as I shrunk away, yet again. He pulled me into his arms and buried his face in my hair.

          "I'm sorry, Lyekka. I need to be more controlling of my temper. You shouldn't have had to see that."

          I didn't know what to say. As he hugged me and apologized I realized that there was nothing I could say. I didn't want to make him feel worse for frightening me, but I also didn't want to anger him by accident. I patted his arm and whispered that it was okay. It was something that was always okay to say in a situation like this. It was neutral.

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