Going on Hiatus
My muse has disappeared on me. I’m really sorry. If people want to drop plots, that’s absolutely fine but please send me a message to say so. I don’t know when I’ll be back but hopefully I won’t be gone too long.
My muse has disappeared on me. I’m really sorry. If people want to drop plots, that’s absolutely fine but please send me a message to say so. I don’t know when I’ll be back but hopefully I won’t be gone too long.
Callie chuckled at Logan’s teasing threat. She knew it was an empty threat but she wasn’t willing to chance it, not with Logan and his appetite! “Like I would eat a load of pies by myself…I’m a lady Logan…a lady…” she joked, pulling a tongue at the male, enforcing the common opinion that she was more of a lad than a lady! Callie watched Logan double-check the room, thankful that he did so, because she’d completely forgotten; a sad effect of tiredness and pain!
The protection needed for hunters was far greater than people would expect. Demons were constantly evolving, finding new ways to creep up on them, and all together causing greater damage with their new adapted knowledge! Being a hunter opened Callie’s eyes to how the small things made a big difference. Attention to detail, extra care and all round common sense could be the different between sending a demon to the ground and being sent to the pits of hell yourself…
Nosily, Callie crept behind Logan. Taking a peek at the journal, she squinted for a moment, trying to decipher the, in her opinion, scruffy handwriting. The young woman had completely forgotten how distinctive John’s handwriting was. She could spend hours trying to understand his birthday cards to her, and somehow it fascinated her. She calmly placed her hand on Logan’s shoulder, showing support and care, and handed him a drink. “You could use one…we both could…” she sighed, sliding herself onto the edge of the desk…
Logan chuckled as Callie clumsily crept up behind him to look at his father’s journal. Not many people could decipher John’s handwriting which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing that his research couldn’t be read by the wrong people. A curse that the right people couldn’t read it either. A lifetime of staring hard at his father’s handwriting made Logan an expert but there were still times Logan had to struggle to discover what John had meant to write after leaving a barely legible scribble on the page.
“Thanks,” he muttered, taking the drink Callie had offered him. He sipped at it, letting the alcohol burn down his throat slowly and send a warm sensation across his chest. He looked over at her as she perched on the edge of the desk and smirked at his friend. “You’re not allowed to drink. Painkillers and alcohol don’t mix. Well, they do but that would mean another trip to the hospital and I’d rather stay away from that place for the time being, thank you.” He sipped his drink again before putting the half filled glass on the desk in front of him. He picked some more at his fries and chewed thoughtfully while still staring at the journal.
“You know what I don’t get? Why didn’t Dad tell me about any of this? Some of this stuff is dated from months ago, when me and him were still hunting together. He didn’t mention anything about this demon but this journal make it seem like he’s been tracking it’s movement since it killed your father; like this is only one part of the collection of journals. I still have what I thought was his main journal, the one with all the information on all the other cases we’ve worked on. Turns out he was working this case all along and he didn’t tell me. It’s like he don’t trust me or something.”
Callie looked at Logan with a typical look of tiredness. She’d just awoken, from a bad dream, so it wasn’t surprising for her to look that way. Her hair was a mess, her eyes quinted as she readjusted to the lights in the room, which seemed extremely bright having just woken up, and her throat felt dry. “It was just a nightmare…I’m fine…just a bit…eurgh!” she explained in her croaky and rather raspy voice. Callie’s eyes finished adjusting and fixed on the items that her companion had just brought in. “Is that food?…I’m starving Logan!” she sighed, sliding herself off the bed. In her half-asleep zombie state, Callie wandered over to the bathroom for a moment. She quickly splashed water against her face, put on some comfy clothes and tied her hair back.
Walking back into the main room, Callie clapped excitedly, now near enough awake fully, jogging over to grab some food. “Thank you!” she squealed happily, hugging Logan for a minute, forgetting briefly of her rip-injury! Callie’s hands skidded across the surface of the items lay on the bed. “So much choice…hmmm…what do you want? I know there’s two of stuff but I know what you’re like…” she teased.
Callie was glad they were both safe in the room. She wanted to fight back but of course she needed to heal, and in a way so did Logan. She couldn’t imagine the emotional trauma of seeing your father inhabited by a demon. The time they’d spend healing wouldn’t be completely wasted, as they’d research continually and devise a suitable plan! Callie didn’t know exactly what the future held; Logan had only called her for this one hunt, but maybe they would continue together. She herself wasn’t sure. She loved the life of a sole hunter but, in all honesty, she was growing fond of life on the road with Logan…
Logan laid out the food neatly on the bed while Callie freshened herself up in the bathroom. She was acting jumpy, much more jumpier than usual but considering everything she had been through in the last couple of days, it wasn’t a surprise. Even the steadiest, most fearless hunter would have frayed nerves after having a demon beating all kinds of crap out of you. Logan decided her jumpiness would fade in time and be healed along with her injuries. She was a tough person who didn’t give up easily. She might be down for a while but she wouldn’t stay down. It wasn’t in her nature.
“I’ve already had a burger,” Logan informed her as she emerged from the bathroom. “Just help yourself and make sure you leave me some pie. Otherwise you’ll be sleeping rough tonight. And I ain’t joking about that.” He liked to tease her, especially since she had been having it rough recently. He didn’t like to think of her dwelling on what happened when the demon dragged her out of the house and into the cave. While she helped herself to the food, Logan went around the room and made sure all of their supernatural security measures were still in place. There was salt lines underneath every window and door that led to the world outside of the room. There were talismans and charms hanging up in prime spots around the room, all with the intention of keeping bad things out and the good things safe.
Logan grabbed some of the fries and sat at the desk. He picked at the salty fries while looking through the new journal that had belonged to his father. Every page was written in John’s scrawly handwriting. To anyone else, it would have looked a mess but to Logan it was all hauntingly familiar; like John was here and was telling him everything he knew about the demon. The journal detailed how John had managed to track the thing and his best guesses as to what the demon was up to. Most of it was guesswork but there was enough in there for him and Callie to work from. That work would have to wait until Callie was better but the journal gave Logan hope that they might find a way to defeat that demon.
Callie agreed with everything Logan said. John was truly in danger until the demon had fully been dealt with. She knew that either herself or Logan would make sure of the demon’s demise, the question was when? She needed time to heal and Logan would surely not go after it alone. They both knew first hand just how deadly the demon was, and they’d need both their fighting spirits to take it on and win!
“Fine!” she sighed as Logan left for the store. Callie paced up and down the room bored. She’d been alone on the road for several years but now, strangely, she was used to Logan’s company, and she missed him every second he wasn’t around. Of course, she didn’t like that feeling and she knew it’d pass eventually, because she was a lone-hunter and she liked it that way. No distractions. No ties. And no guys! Simple!
She slid herself onto the bed and flicked on the TV. The channels were filled with reality trash and Callie soon got bored. She left it on a random news station and hoped it would bring something interesting to watch soon, or else she would have to go off exploring, even if Logan didn’t want her too. Callie could feel her eyes drifting and suddenly she was asleep. Her dream was one of confusion. Her father was walking, hand in hand, with her along a beach. Without warning, a demon screeched in front of them, taking her father and waking Callie up with a loud scream. As the scream escaped her mouth, the door opened slowly, making Callie jump senselessly!
Logan got back into the car once he had made sure the motel door was locked and Callie was safe inside. He drove out of the motel parking lot and found a pharmacy that was still open and got Callie’s painkillers. Next stop was a diner that was also close by to the motel and he bought enough food to feed a small army. He wasn’t sure about Callie but he was famished. He had barely eaten any of his breakfast before they faced the demon and he hadn’t eaten since. Now they had the time to take pause, his body let him know that he had been neglecting it and made it clear it needed nourishment immediately. He bought burgers and fries and two types of pies for him and Callie to share but he demolished one of the burgers before he even made it back to the car with the boxes of food from the diner.
He made a quick stop at a convenience store to grab the latest local newspapers in case there would be any more hidden clues for their case, as well as grabbing a few obligatory snack foods just in case the food he had got from the diner wasn’t going to be enough (knowing him, it wasn’t going to be enough so better safe than sorry). The whole time he was out running these errands, he tried to not think about everything the demon would be putting his father through. Demonic possession never played out well for the person being possessed. Most people would be tortured by the experience for the rest of their days. If they managed to send the demon back, John would never be the same man again.
Logan got back to the motel and parked the car outside of the room he was sharing with Callie. He clearly piled the boxes and bags of food into his arms and carefully unlocked and opened the motel room door. He nearly dropped after everything when Callie screamed. “Dude! It’s me, it’s Logan.” He called out as he staggered through the doorway with his armful of food. He placed everything on the bed and looked over at Callie with a great amount of concern. “You OK? And don’t brush it off and act all tough with me. Are you OK?”
Callie could sense Logan’s weirdness over her mirror-checking. She was pretty baffled herself, when she came to think about it. She’d never been a vain-kinda girl, but the scar had brought it out in her. It felt like a battle wound that would show her determination to persevere. A cute grin appeared on her face as Logan explained the plan. “It sounds perfect…to be honest I fancy a break from the ass kickery; I’m exhausted!” Callie explained, as a yawn escaped. Callie knew the danger she was in, both on an average day and lately with Logan, but she didn’t care too much. There was the doubt of wanting a normal life, but she knew she wouldn’t stop hunting. She didn’t know how to. The idea of ‘normal life’ sounded perfect, but in reality Callie wondered just how fulfilling that would be!
“No…when did you find that?” she questioned intently, wondering when and where he’d obtained the new diary. The penny dropped after a moment, as Callie had momentarily forgotten of her abduction, but the memories flooded back; filling in the gaps where she wasn’t with Logan. “Oh when I was preoccupied with the demon?” she chuckled, trying not to relive the trauma of the past few days. Callie tried to use laughter, at times, to uplift the atmosphere.
“At least you know he’s safe…” she added, placing her hand on Logan’s knee for a moment. She swiftly moved her hand away, awkwardly, and looked at Logan for a second. “He’s gonna be fine, I promise…we’ll kick this demon’s butt and your Dad’ll be fine…somehow…someway!” she soothed, hoping she hadn’t worsened Logan’s internal pain. Callie had a habit of saying the wrong thing, which was fine for a lonesome hunter, but the quality wasn’t so great in the company of a loyal friend, whom she valued greatly…
“I found it moments before you went flying out of the second floor window. It’s Dad’s writing and from what I saw, it’s all about that god-damned demon,” Logan said with his face set in a deep frown. The whole situation troubled Logan a lot and the demon was haunting him and everything he decided to do to try and save his father. He knew that him and Callie needed to re-group before facing that thing again but the longer they spent recuperating and recovering from their last encounter, the more danger his father was in. People who had been possessed by demons never made a full recovery. The experience would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
“He’s not safe until that thing is either dead or back in Hell,” he spoke the words firmly, indicating he didn’t want to discuss this matter any further until he had no choice to. Tonight they needed to rest and to rest, he needed to not talk about it any more. He hoped she would understand and that he hadn’t offended her. She was all he had now and without her, he had nothing. He really would be on his own and without hope; he couldn’t afford to be that way.
He pulled the car into the parking lot of a motel and parked it outside the main office. He got out and checked them in, getting them a twin room using a fake credit card. He went back to the car and helped Callie out. He took her to their room and got the door open. He lowered her onto one of the beds and gave her a stern look. “Stay here. No moving around, no trying to do anything. Doctors’ orders. Hell, they’re my orders. I’m going to the store to get your prescriptions and some food. I’ll be gone no longer than half an hour. Do. Not. Move. Read my Dad’s journal if you have to, but that’s it.”
“Did he say that? I didn’t hear him…sorry…” she teased back, not wanting to admit how injured she was. Callie’s stubborn attitude often got her in trouble back in school, all those years ago, but on the road as a hunter, it had done more good than bad. She rarely, if ever, gave up on a case, and never gave in to anything or anyone! As she sat in the passenger seat, strapped in thanks to Logan’s help, she thought of the past few days, and how, although challenging and rather painful, they’d been slightly enjoyable. “It’s been a nice change having some company…” she sweetly said, smiling at Logan. Not wanting to appear like a soppy little girl, a teasing after-thought popped into her head, and was blurted out, carelessly with a smirk. “…and surprisingly, I haven’t had to save your ass, it’s been the other way round…” she giggled, moving a strand of hair from in front of her eye. Callie looked back at the hospital as the car pulled away.
Vain as ever, Callie pulled a small pocket mirror from her bag and flipped it open. “I’m not gonna lie, I think the stitches suit me…” she chuckled, looking at the stitches on her forehead. Although injured and still emotionally damaged by the demon’s viscous remarks, Callie couldn’t help but plan her revenge. She’d been hurt twice by the same demon now, and it frustrated her deeply. “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me…” she merrily said, still checking herself out in the tiny mirror. Callie wasn’t sure exactly how she’d get the demon back, but she knew, with time, she would!
“So what’s the plan?” she asked, hoping for some exciting and thrilling response. Callie enjoyed all aspects of hunting, from the research to the hunt itself, so she knew Logan’s reply would be totally fine by her, either way. She knew, of course, that her wounds needed some time to heal, but it wouldn’t stop her from doing whatever she wanted. Her stubbornness was at an all-time high and she was ready to argue her case with anyone who tried to oppose her; especially if it was a demonic being!
“Like you need any more encouragement to be badass, Callie,” Logan teased as the female hunter insisted on checking out her new scars in her compact mirror. He rolled his eyes but he understood the appeal of scars. They were like a badge of honour, proof that you had fought to survive, that you shouldn’t be taken lightly. He nodded as she recited the old cliche and smirked to himself, proud of how she seemed determined to keep fighting. This was one of the reasons why he had called her for her help. She didn’t give up easily.
“The plan is,” Logan said as he drove the car out of the hospital car park and back onto the highway, “Food, motel, sleep, research, ass kickery. That cool with you?” He glanced over at her, trying to show he knew what he was doing. He had been on many hunts on his own in the past and knew exactly what to do. This time they were up against something much more powerful than anything else they had ever faced. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was more than a little concerned that there was going to be more trips to the emergency room for the pair of them before this case was over.
“Did I tell you about the new journal I found?” The last few hours had been a blur so Logan couldn’t recall if he had told Callie about the journal of John’s found at the house. “Dad had left his old journal with me when he took off but it looks like he started another while tracking that demon. We should take a look through it once we’re settled in the motel. Hopefully it’ll give us something to help us. Because God knows we’re gonna need all the help we can get at this point.”
Logan’s response to a ‘normal life’ was one of many hunters. Callie had heard it before, through her father, and she did sometimes think it herself. However, it did pain her that her life was passing by saving others, when deep down, an aspect of the young woman needed saving herself. Scarred by her childhood memories of hunting, and the loss of her mother, and then father, gave personal trauma to the usually strong and fierce warrior McIntyre. “I don’t know, I just feel like, it’s not our responsibility…but then…who’s is it?” she puzzled, trying to think herself.
Callie smiled almost awkwardly as Logan mentioned her father. She knew he was a good man, but the demon’s wicked words had stirred deep within her soul. Maybe he had gone to ‘hell’? Callie loved her Dad deeply, of course, but a part of her resented him for demon hunting in the first place. She could only imagine a life without hunting, it could’ve been better, or it could’ve been worse. Would she feel as accomplishing? Could you cope with everyday problems? Nobody could ever say, because fate had chosen a certain path for the McIntyre’s and so far, they’d all stuck to it…
Unexpectedly, the doctor returned, merrily waltzing into the small room. “We’re just going to take an x-ray of your leg and your ribs, as a precaution. Then a nurse will come stitch your cuts up…that okay?” he explained, as Callie nodded. The cut on her head was significantly bad and Callie herself was prepared for stitches on this region, though she feared the pain slightly. Having had an x-ray before, after falling carelessly as a young girl, she had no worries about having a few more. “Bring it…” she teased, lowering herself off the bed, moaning in pain as her ribs ached from the movement.
The x-rays took several hours, after having to wait for a free procedure and then waiting for the results. “Thanks for this, for waiting, you have other things to worry about without adding me to the list…” she whispered to Logan as she patiently lay back on the bed. The doctor revealed that no significant damage seemed to have occurred, minor problems, but nothing life-threatening or in need of desperate assistance. The nurse fixed up the bruises, and a stitched up Callie tried to hobble out of the ER, tired yet thankful…
When the doctor came back into the room, Logan pulled away from Callie and stood by the side of her bed, hands in his pockets, listening to what the doctor had to say. This guy had the decency to not give Logan incredulous and accusing looks and gave Callie the verdict Logan had been expecting all along. He knew he would feel better knowing the hospital had done everything they could for his friend. He winced as Callie gasped out in pain and he helped her walk to the x-ray department since she was stubbornly refusing to use the wheelchair the nurses had provided for her.
Logan didn’t mind waiting around for hours while Callie was checked over by the x-ray technicians and doctors, and had her wounds and bruises treated by nurses. The wait gave him time to calm down and take stock of everything that had happened. It meant he didn’t hit the road and go after the demon half-cocked and get his ass kicked. Knowledge was power and if they were going to have a shot at defending this monster, they needed all the knowledge they could get their hands on. He knew this now and he wouldn’t have known this if the hospital staff had rushed Callie through and not been as thorough as they had been. Relief flooded through him when the doctor gave the verdict that Callie was going to make a complete recovery from her injuries. Logan thanked the doctor and the nurses before following Callie out of the hospital.
“You’re gonna be stubborn and not use the chair, huh?” Logan came up and put his arm gently around her, using his weight to take her across the parking lot with minimum effort on her part. “You know that part where the doctor insisted you take it easy, you gonna pay attention to that or am I gonna have to restrain you?” He was kidding and teasing her but there was an element of seriousness in his voice. He helped her to the car and got her strapped in. He got in himself and got the car going again, intent on finding a motel nearby and settling down the night.
Callie felt softened by Logan’s embrace. It felt good to feel someone close, someone who cared. Through everything, Callie always had her father, and the Sullivan’s and now only Logan remained. Her comfort was enough to heal the mental wounds, and she knew he would do whatever he could to heal the physical ones too; it was his idea to visit the ER after all! “This demon’s going down…big time!” she whispered, pulling Logan’s arms tighter around her body. His comforting arms, almost the tears, and at least allowed her to believe his words. Maybe he was right. Demons do lie, just not always!
As they lay on the hospital bed together, still waiting for the doctor’s return, Callie couldn’t help but think about life without demons. She occasionally thought about that kind of stuff, but often pushed it to the back of her mind, dismissing any consideration. “Do you ever think about life without hunting? I think it’d be nice…sometimes…” she softly spoke, her voice strained from all the screaming! She knew the price of hunting when she started, and her father always disapproved, but something drew her to demon hunting. The thrill, maybe? The adrenaline, maybe? The honoring of her father, yes! “I always liked bonding with my father over the demons, it was our thing…but what if I could’ve been something, something more than this…” she thought aloud. Callie knew that her career choice was more helpful than anyone could imagine. She was a true hero, as was Logan. Though at times it didn’t seem like it to her….
“I didn’t want to upset you before, but I wanna show you now…” she abruptly said, sliding her hand into her tight trouser pocket. A small piece of folded paper returned from the slot, concealed in the palm of her hand. She opened the folds with her delicate touch and placed it in Logan’s hand. “It’s from years ago, it’s me, you, and our fathers…remember it?” she sighed, thinking of the memory. The photograph, now fading away, was a time capsule into what once was. If Callie could go back and change things, then she probably would. Most of her decisions were her own and she’d always stick by them, but there were some where the doubt still remained in her mind. Not saving her father being one of them…
Logan’s thoughts were all wrapped up in the demon and his father. The demon had said it had locked itself inside of John’s body. If the demon could lock itself in, then there must be a way to unlock it and get John back. This meant that once Callie was discharged from the hospital, they were going to have to hit the research books hard to find the answers Logan needed. Logan sighed, not having the patience for research at a time like this. He just wanted to go after the thing that was wearing his father. But research would give Callie time to heal and them both time to regroup before facing the monster again. Even Logan knew that would serve them both benefits in the long run.
Her question about wanting a ‘normal’ life stirred him out of his own thoughts and he tilted his head to one side as he considered how to answer her. “When I was a kid, I only wanted to be like my Dad, even when he used to lie about what he did. I knew he was going after monsters and I thought that was the most badass thing ever. Now, I have days like today and sometimes I question why I put myself in so much danger for such a thankless job that doesn’t even pay.” He paused to collect his thoughts and put them into words for her. He looked down at her, their eyes meeting as he spoke again. “It’s not about being thanked or getting paid. Those things, those monsters, they aren’t supposed to exist in our world and someone has to deal with them. Every time a hunter goes out to fight something supernatural, they have to make a choice to do so. I will never choose to not go out and fight. If I don’t fight, someone will lose their life because I chose not to act. I can’t live with that on my conscience.”
Logan sighed again and shrugged. He didn’t see himself as a hero. He only saw himself as someone trying to do their job to the best of their abilities. Whenever someone tried to call him a hero or something similar, he would brush their words away with a brief thank you and a wave of his hand. When Callie produced the photo, he smiled and took it from her to get a better look at it. “Your Dad was a good man, Callie,” he whispered as he stared at the photograph. Logan handed the photo back to her and placed a small, soft kiss on her temple. “He raised you right. You’re the best of all of us.”
Callie shut her eyes briefly after Logan apologized for not sending the demon back to hell. “It’s fine…” she soothed, trying to calm herself down whilst also showing Logan that it wasn’t his fault. She was eternally grateful for what he’d done, and apart from her kindness to come along, she knew somehow she’d repay him, eventually! “Fine!” she sighed as he appeared with a wheelchair, lowering her figure into it…
The nurses were rather suspicious of her ‘fall’ yet didn’t make a huge fuss. They repeated questions and gave sly glances in Logan’s direction, possibly suggesting a domestic situation rather than the climbing fall which she used as her excuse. “I fell…yes…I know what happened to my own body!” she growled after having explained several times before. The doctor showed the pair to a private room, simply because she was pretty injured and the ER was seemingly quiet. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back to do some tests soon...” the handsome doctor explained, leaving Callie and Logan alone for a short while.
“Thanks for…everything!” she said, holding Logan’s hand for a minute as she rested on the bed. The room smelt of cleanliness and was covered in blue. The bed sheet was like a sea of light blue, hovering over the high support for the patients. Logan had his own chair, and of course, the doctor stood, when he was actually present in the room. Whilst they were alone, Callie looked at Logan with saddened eyes. “He…I mean, it…told me that…my father…well ummm…he’s in…” she stopped, choked up on even the thought. Callie knew the past day or so had been rough, and she was emotionally and physically weak, but she still cursed herself for being so upset. Hunters were strong, fierce protectors, not weak and emotional cry-babies, or at least she thought! “…he’s apparently in hell!” she sobbed, her lips quivering with pain…
Logan didn’t appreciate the dirty looks he got from the hospital staff as they treated Callie for her injuries. He could tell what they were thinking and he tried to not lose his temper over it and give them some kind of proof that he was a hot head who beat up women. He wouldn’t dare raise his hand against a woman, unless she was a demon but he couldn’t tell them that because they would never believe him. It wasn’t until someone was faced with a demon or some other kind of supernatural creature that they would believe in their existence. Until that point, anyone who claimed that those creatures were real were deemed crazy and usually thrown into jail. So Logan had to suck it up and try his best to not let the looks and the whispers get to him.
Finally they were left alone in Callie’s private room. He had insisted on staying with her and once the medical staff were gone, he put up a couple of protective talismans in the room to keep the demons away while she healed. He moved the only chair in the room to the side of Callie’s bed and held onto her hand. He patted her hand as she started to speak, her voice quiet, weak and tired sounding. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at her face and see the sad expression in her eyes. It was killing him that she had to go through all of that torture at the hands of the demon. It deepened his resolve to get revenge on the damned thing, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
When Callie started to sob, Logan climbed up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around, cradling her to his chest as gently as he could considering her injuries. He let her sob and didn’t try to quieten cries. He knew it would be better for her to let it all out now rather than bottle it up like he did. It was funny how he couldn’t take his own advice when it came to emotional matters such as this. “Demons lie, Callie,” he said, trying to reassure her. “They say whatever they think will get into your head and fuck you up. It’s all part of the game they play. But we’re not going to let this one win. He might be able to get the better of our parents but he won’t get the better of us.”
Callie couldn’t have argued with Logan if she’d tried. She was too weak to think of a comeback and agreed to his plan. “Sure, I’ll go with it” she smiled, laughing through her pain. She could see the pain in Logan’s eyes, the way he’d chosen to almost give up the one thing he’d been searching for. She knew it must’ve hurt! She’d have given anything to save her own father from the demon, so Logan’s decisions were highly commendable!
As they drove to the next town, Callie lay calmly on the backseat. It pained her to sit upright for too long, and the comfort of lying down was far greater. She felt her eyes drifting off, tempting her into a sleep, but her mind fought it off. She could still see the demon, well John, attacking her. The flashes of memories. The sight of the floor as she collided with the stone walls of the cave after being thrown. The vision of the glass falling with her from the window of the abandoned house. Callie knew it would take a little while before she would feel totally herself again, it always did after confronting a violent demon!
Callie could just about see Logan from her position in the back. She wondered what he was thinking. How he felt. “I am truly grateful Logan…” she praised once again. Another tear trickled down her delicate cheeks. Callie knew that somewhere, somehow, her father was watching and would hopefully be proud. “Did the demon say anything about my…umm…my Dad to you?” she asked, trying to hide her emotion from Logan. The demon’s wicked taunts to Callie had struck a nerve and yet another piece of her heart had been broken, by the exact same monster!
Every couple of minutes or so, Logan would check the rear view mirror to see how Callie was doing. He could see she was in a lot of pain but she was trying to tough it out. They were going to reach the next town soon enough, according to the road side signs anyway. Logan hoped the ER doctors and nurses weren’t going to ask too many questions as to how Callie had gotten so injured. Logan had managed to charm the ER workers in the past but this was different. His mind was distracted by the demon currently using his father as a meat suit. He needed to focus on Callie and getting her healthy again. Once she was fixed, at least physically, then he could concentrate on sending that hellspawn back to where it came from and get his father back.
When she thanked him again, he shook his head and tried to act like it was no big deal. “You’re welcome,” he said, giving her a small smile via the rear view mirror. He saw the tear rolling down her cheek and he had to swallow hard to suppress the lump in his throat. Now was not the time to fall apart. “He didn’t say anything. Sorry Callie. I’m sorry I couldn’t send him back to where he came from. We’ll get him, next time, we’ll kick his sorry ass back to Hell,” Logan tried to infuse a sense of hope into his words, even if he wasn’t so sure if he believed in them himself. The demon was the most powerful thing he had ever experienced.
They finally arrived in the next town. It was a small place but it was big enough to have a hospital with an ER. Logan got them to the hospital and parked the car as close to the ER entrance he could manage without parking illegally. “Wait here, I’ll get a wheelchair for you. And don’t argue and say you can manage. You can’t manage. You got that?” Logan got out of the car before Callie could form the words to argue back and retrieved a wheelchair for her. He opened the door for her and helped her out, carefully handling her as he did. “Remember: we were hiking, you fell and that’s it. Got it?” He said as he wheeled her into the ER.