Page 38 of Widow

Alaric gasped and tried to sit up, waking from being passed out. "Those motherfucking demons got ahold of guns. Goddammit, that hurts." Alaric was gritting his teeth and hair sprouted on his hands. I hoped he didn't shift on my table.

"Were you hit?" I asked Lucifer, who was covered in blood. It was a lot of blood to be from just one bullet wound.

He shook his head and looked down at himself. He cringed.

Lia grabbed the first aid kit out of my hand and opened it. "This is not the proper venue to be doing this. It probably hit an artery, judging from all the blood. As soon as I pull it out, he might bleed out. Then there's the risk of infection." She pulled out a pair of tweezers and opened up an alcohol swab to clean them. Her hands were shaking.

"She's a little drunk. I don't think she should be trying to get a bullet out of his leg." She glared over at me before handing Lucifer the clean tweezers.

“Get him some alcohol or something. This is going to hurt."

Lia moved forward and held a crumpled shirt on Alaric's wound while Lucifer took off his suit jacket. He then rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Should I wash my hands or something?"

"Just get it out. It won't get infected." Alaric seemed sure of that statement, but Lucifer went to wash his hands anyway.

I thought we had a little more to worry about than an infection that could easily be healed. The blood was reaching a nauseating level.

I grabbed a bottle of vodka out of the kitchen and helped Alaric sit up a bit. He drank half the bottle before pushing it away.

“That was stupid. Alcohol is a blood thinner.” Lia seemed even more out of it than before. It was a little late for the doctor's advice.

“I’ll have him healed before it takes effect.” Lucifer nudged Lia's hands away, and blood immediately started bubbling out of the wound again. It was like a blood river, and it just happened to be pooling on my table.

My unsealed wood table.

Lia stepped back a few steps, and I swear I saw her eyes flash black. I watched her as Lucifer began digging in Alaric’s leg for the bullet. Lia's eyes were glossy, and she leaned back against the wall.

“Are you okay?” I kept one eye on her as I walked towards the table to help Lucifer.

“Fuck!” Ric was gripping the sides of the table with his half-shifted hands. His claws were digging into the wood. The wolf didn’t really have much money, especially after buying Lia that necklace, so I didn’t know how he would replace the table he was about to ruin.

Lia didn’t answer me but stayed against the wall. Lucifer dug around some more, which seemed a bit excessive and unnecessary, and pulled out the bullet. He examined it before putting it on the table. I cringed.

I turned back towards Lia. Her eyes were shut. “Lia? You okay over there?”

She opened her eyes, and they were solid black.

“Lucifer, you might want to hurry up and close that wound.”

Lia shook her head, and her eyes went back to the brilliant blue they naturally were. She didn’t even seem to know that her eyes had changed.

Lucifer placed his hand over Alaric’s leg, and I watched in fascination as his hands began to glow and the wound closed. When I was an angel, I never was able to heal anyone else. I was too unfocused for that.

“How… How did you do that?” Lia stepped forward and looked at the closed wound. Lucifer grabbed some alcohol swabs and wiped down Alaric's leg. “Holy shit! It’s like it didn’t even happen.”

“Her eyes were black a second ago,” I said nonchalantly like it was an everyday occurrence. I grabbed a kitchen towel and tossed it at Alaric.

He was sitting up on the table and staring at Lia. “It was probably because I was a wounded animal. Easy prey.”

A silence fell over the room. The only sound was Alaric wiping his skin.

“Maybe we should keep her iced until we figure out what to do.”

Yes, I wanted to kiss the hell out of her and take her to bed, but I also had to be reasonable. She was liable to kill us all. I doubted Lucifer could come back if he was entirely eaten by a horde of ravenous spiders.

“We aren't going to stick her back in that refrigerator. If the spiders want to come out, they'll come out. A refrigerator isn’t going to stop them. It might make them a little slower. Maybe a little more pissed off. Is that what you want?” Lucifer walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the hot water to wash his hands.

I was going to have to wash my entire apartment with bleach.

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