Why Good Deeds Should Be Carefully Dealt
Doing a quick search of the dining car, Myra was lucky enough to find a rather large first-aid kit under a counter. She picked it up and marched over to where Sam lay. "Fortunately for you, I know how to use everything in here," she said, slamming the kit down by his head. "However..." she rolled up her sleeves, "...unfortunately for you..." she opened the box and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, "...I haven't had much practice." And saying this, she pulled on the gloves and snapped them against her skin.
Sam, whose eyes had snapped open at the snapping sound of Myra's aforementioned glove snapping, looked up at her with an odd mixture of apprehension and disdain squeezing through the pained expression on his face.
"Don't you (cough, cough) dare touch me, w—(cough) wench," he said weakly.
"Sorry, Your Royal Crankiness, as satisfying as it is seeing you writhing in pain before me, I'm afraid I don't have the heart to sit here and watch you bleed to death. Expecting him to respond with some sort of snide remark, Myra waited for his reply. When none came, she looked down at him.
"Punk!" she yelled at him while kicking the bench beneath his head. Apparently he had already passed out.
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The train gently swayed back and forth as it rolled along the mountain tracks. Outside, the rain beat heavily upon the glass windows. Inside, Myra was attempting to clean off and dress another one of Sam's wounds while he vainly tried to shove her away.
He had woken up several times during her ministrations, only to fall unconscious again after over exerting himself while trying to get her to stop. The most notable occurrence so far, was when she had just pulled down his pants in an attempt to get to a particularly nasty injury that reached from his lower abdomen to his hip. Most girls would probably be quite embarrassed having to deal with such a scenario. But Myra was not in the least bit troubled. She was too preoccupied in trying to discern whether the gash was deep enough to need stitches, or if it would heal quickly on its own as several of the smaller cuts already had.
Sam however, had obviously considered the situation slightly more than a BIG deal. For upon accessing the circumstances, he proceeded to (quite literally) attempt to bite Myra's head off. But, being in such a decrepit state, Sam's movements were easily detectable and she was able to avoid his angry lunge at her. This caused him to lose his balance, fall off the bench, and pass out again. It took ten minutes to get him back up there. Dead-weight is heavy.
Luckily for Myra, that particular problem never repeated itself. Sam did however, wake-up several more times and attempted to shove her away from himself. But each time, his actions became more labored and weak. Until eventually he was unable to even rouse himself from unconsciousness.
After completing the bandaging of his wounds, pulling his pants back up, and shoving some sort of liquid medicine down his throat (Hey, it couldn't hurt, right?) She sat down by his side, exhausted. She had worked for what felt like hours; had used practically everything in the first-aid kit, and completely expended her entire (limited) knowledge of medical procedures. Yet it still didn't seem to be enough. His breathing was unsteady, and his face showed that he was obviously in pain. So, she did the only thing she could think of, she held his hand, and prayed for Dru and Meris to return soon.
And so it was that when a soaking wet Meris and Dru entered the train car, with their hair plastered to their faces from the heavy rain, and their clothes dripping large droplets of water all over the wooden floor, that they found Sam and Myra. Myra, who had fallen asleep by this time, was still grasping Sam's hand, and Sam whose breathing still seemed a bit strained, appeared to be resting somewhat comfortably.
Meris and Dru, being themselves, couldn't resist a quiet unified: "Aww... Isn't that adorable" at the sight before them.
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Myra woke with a start when drops of cold water splattered onto her face.
"I told you it was a bad idea to fling your hair around like that Dru." She heard someone say in a hushed voice. "Look, now you've woken up Myra."
"But it's the only way I can—what? She's awake!"
Before Myra's eyes could fully adjust to her surroundings, Dru was in her face. "Good morning Myra-darling," he whispered.
"Mmmm..." she mumbled while rubbing her eyes with her free hand. Then with a curt laugh she added, "Morning already, eh?"
"Well, the sun just peeked over the horizon," said Meris, "so technically, yes."
Before Myra could think to comment on this, she heard Dru softly speak. "So, how was the patient we left with you?" he asked while using his still damp sleeve to gently dab the sweat off of Sam's brow. "Not too much trouble I hope?"
"Between my lingering adrenaline high from being kidnapped and him being too injured to move around, I was able to handle him," said Myra.
"I'd say you more than handled him. He looks like a mummy!" Dru chuckled.
Myra blushed. "Well, I didn't—"
Dru continued, "Oh, and it was a great idea to hold his hand."
"Now you're just making fun of me" Myra scowled.
"No, I'm telling the truth Myra-darling! It was a really good idea. Meris, back me up on this."
Myra raised her brow skeptically and turned toward Meris. "Actually," he said, "Dru is correct." Then almost as an afterthought he added, "for once."
That earned him a punch in the shoulder.
"You see," said Meris. "Sam is the type of demon who can restore his power by feeding on human souls," Myra's eyes widened. "So, for him, holding your hand was like getting a life-force IV."
"But," said Dru with a smirk, "there is a way you can speed up the healing process considerably."
"It isn't a weird sort of ritual involving a big knife and you guys in loincloths, is it?" Myra asked, remembering her recent experience with the Zizazus.
"Not unless you want it to," Dru winked. Meris promptly elbowed him in the gut. "A-hactually," Dru wheezed while rubbing his stomach, "It's much more simple than that."
Myra gestured for him to go on.
"Kiss him" he said bluntly.
What! Myra's eyes widened. She frantically looked back and forth between Dru and Meris in the hopes that they would smile and say that it was all a joke. But both demons' expressions remained completely serious.
"Um, um..." Myra stuttered. She didn't really like Sam, but she had already put a lot of effort into helping him heal. And if she could help him get better more quickly, maybe he wouldn't try to kill her once he woke up and remembered the incident. The idea of kissing him made her extreamely uncomfortable, however. "H-how about you inform me of the particulars first."
"It's one of the fastest, most direct ways to transfer your energy to him" said Meris. "All you have to do is kiss him anywhere you like. The hand, foot, face—"
"NOTthemouth" Dru fake coughed, and then looked around innocently.
Myra rolled her eyes. "Its ok Dru, I wouldn't have anyway. Although his hand is all sweaty at the moment from my holding it, so that doesn't seem any more appealing. And there is no way I'm going to kiss his foot!"
"So...?" asked Meris.
"So I guess I'll kiss him on the forehead. Is that alright?"
The boys nodded their approval.
Realizing that she still had a firm grip on Sam's hand, she released it and let it dangle limply over the edge of the bench seat of which he was lying on. Slowly, she leaned over his unconscious form. Then quickly as possible, she gave him a kiss above his left brow and pulled back slightly. Immediately, Sam's breathing became more steady and his body relaxed. Then, wincing slightly, he opened his eyes. He stared directly at Myra who couldn't help but look back.
Time seemed to slow down, and her senses felt like they had heightened ten fold. She could feel the slight difference in the temperature of Meris and Dru's breaths as they hovered over either side of her. She heard the splatter of individual raindrops as they hit the windows. Through the scents of ointment and cotton bandages, she could make out Sam's individual smell which was spicy and slightly sweet. And the look in his eyes...oh, how beautiful where his amethyst eyes! They shone with childlike purity and heavenly glory. It was like staring into the eyes of an angel!
She couldn't help but be drawn to those eyes, drawn to him. Slowly, she leaned down toward him. Out of nowhere, Dru started to cough to the point where it sounded like he was choking on something. This caused Myra to blink and turn to look at him to see if he was alright.
With the break in eye contact, a sudden wave of clarity washed over her. What was I just doing? What was I just thinking? What did Sam just do to me?
That jerk just tried to charm me whith that mind control spell he used on my mom and teachers! How dare he!!
She turned back to him with a bitter face, fully intending to give him a large piece of her mind. But what she saw made her swallow her words.
If before she had thought Sam's eyes as heavenly, they seemed now to reflect the fiery pits of hell. His glare reflected all of his fury and malice towards one (unfortunate) individual.
Dru, the receiver of Sam's "Glare of Death" was quickly backing up to the other side of the car, and sputtering apologies.
"S-s-sorry Sam.. I-I really didn't mean to! There was this bit of dust, you see, and it got caught in my throat, and it really hurt, and..."
The rest of his words faded into nothingness. But whether or not he had trailed off with his sentence, Myra didn't know. And at the moment, she didn't really care. Somehow, during Dru's (pleading) speech, Sam had managed to reach his hand up behind Myra's head without her noticing. Then, when she had finally noticed this, he didn't give her a chance to react.
With speed that no invalid should possess he gripped the back of her neck and brought her face down to his. Yet, before they hit, he managed to softly cover her mouth with his own.
That is why she never heard if Dru finished his rambling. She was too preoccupied getting the best kiss she had ever, and probably would ever receive.
Her fingers and toes began to tingle. Her head was spinning. The lack of strength in her legs caused her to start falling down into a sitting position. Sam stretched his other hand around her waist and lifted her back up while he himself got into a sitting position; resulting in Myra ending up in his lap. And all the while, he continued his sensuous massage of her lips.
Then, just as quickly as they had started, Sam's attentiveness suddenly stopped. Before she could catch her breath, he shoved her away from himself and she landed in a pair of strong arms.
She looked up and saw Meris, holding her like a newborn, and staring at her with deep concern written on his face. She could hear a sniffling/hiccuping noise coming from a few seats up. One could only assume it was Dru, crying for various reasons.
"Are you alright, Myra?" Meris asked worriedly.
Realizing that she was too weak to move, but still confused about what had just happened, she breathed a barely audible, "I think so."
The sniffling noise abruptly stopped and a white glowing head peered over the row of seats.
"Myra?" Dru squeaked. "Myra-darliiiiiiiing!" he yelled while leaping over the seats to them.
"Stop."
Dru practically froze in mid-air. Everyone turned to Sam who was now stretching his arms out in a very cat-like manner. He stood up and turned an expressionless face toward Meris, who was still holding Myra.
"Meris, she's fine. I didn't drain her." Then he looked at Dru. "Dru, you are not allowed near Myra for the next five hours."
"But—"
"Don't make me repeat myself," Sam growled. "You should consider yourself fortunate that my punishment is not more severe." Dru nodded. "Now," he said while glancing out the window, "does anyone..." he flashed an eye to Meris, "...know where this contraption is taking us?"
Suddenly they felt a sharp jolt in the train's motion. It was followed by a loud screeching sound as the train rapidly slowed down. The gathered inertia threw most of the train's passengers forward and onto the floor. Sam however, seemed unaffected by the laws of nature, and didn't budge.
"Apparently, right here" said Myra as she struggled to sit up.