bruises are pretty imo

Day 13: Burned

“You know how to make holy water?”

Spencer ignored his question, choosing to instead look up tiredly. “I changed. I’m not all demon anymore. If you would like to find a true demon to hurt, go to hell.” He canted his head to the side. “Literally.”

“Wrong answer. You boil the hell out of it!” Before he could react, Spencer was hit in the face by a bucket of steaming water. He screamed, hands clawing at his face in a futile attempt to get the burning off of him. He backed against the wall, but the boiling water was still on him. 

“It’s what you deserve.” With that, his captor made his exit. 

Day 12: Migraine

“Is the fucking ibuprofen not working?” Oasis read the label for the fifth time. “Pretty sure it should be working by now.”

“Could you just,” Spencer grimaced, sitting on the other end of the couch, head in his hands, “keep it down?”

“Wha- Oh. Oh yeah, sure.” Oasis genuinely didn’t notice how loud he was being until then. He stopped messing with the pill bottle, leaning back on the cushions. “Want me to leave?” he asked, making a solid attempt at lowering his voice. 

Spencer’s small shake of his head was barely noticed, but it still made his head hurt worse. With every heartbeat, the band squeezed around his head throbbed. He tried to focus on his breathing, he really did, but the pain was just too intense. Normally his migraines didn’t get this bad. And the fact that the headache pills weren’t working was a bad sign. He could do nothing but grab at his head and wait for the drill inside it to go away. 

Day 11: High Fever

Oasis coughed, tossing off the blanket that he had melted into a few minutes ago when he was freezing. Eyes glassy, his gaze wandered aimlessly around. How had it got so fucking hot? And where was Spencer? Did he finally get sick of his bullshit and leave? “Spence-” He broke off with another harsh cough, sitting up in the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest. “Yeah?” Apparently Spencer was still here. That was good, at least. His door opened a crack. “You look horrible.”

“Yeah, well,” Oasis cleared his throat, “at least I don’t have your face.”

“Are you okay?” Ignoring his insult, just as he always did, Spencer came around the bed with a thermometer. 

“Yup! Shit dude, I feel amazing! Totally didn’t just cough up blood earlier or anything.”

“You… what?” Spencer looked even more concerned.

“Huh? The fuck did I say?” Oasis’s eyes went glassy again, his face tinted even more pink than before.

“You’re slurring your words.”

“Thank you. It’s all the drugs.”

“Okay, now you’re not even making any sense. Here.” Spencer handed Oasis the thermometer, which he promptly dropped on the bed. Sighing, Spencer picked it up and stuck it in Oasis’s mouth for him. “Keep it there.”

“Mm?” The time it took for Oasis to realize what was happening was also the time it took for the thermometer to be done taking his temperature. 

Spencer checked the display. “104. That’s not good. Well, at least it’s breaking. You wanna sleep? Oasis?” By the time he glanced back at his friend, the angel was already sound asleep under the covers.

Day 8: Strangulation

haha wow i’m really running out of inspiration huh

Spencer almost made it home. Almost. Right as he turned the corner, someone wrapped their hands around his neck and pinned them to the wall. “I finally found you, demon,” the man growled. Spencer tried to rip his hands off, but the man was strong. As black spots clouded his vision, he sputtered and coughed, trying to drag what air he could through his strained windpipe. “Go back to hell! What made you think you could live here?” The man continued to taunt him, not lessening the pressure on his throat. 

Day 6: Tortured

Spencer held his hands close to his body, but that was no use. His captor roughly yanked his wrist away, securing it to the table with a pair of cuffs. Spencer had no choice but to splay the fingers of his right hand out on the smooth surface.

“Five fingers.” Evidently not one for exposition, his aforementioned captor got right to the point. “Five chances for you to tell me where that angel of yours is.”

Spencer stared up smoothly at his captor. “Never.”

“Alright, your choice.” Before Spencer could react, a burning agony seared through his index finger, and Spencer let out a choked scream through his teeth. His captor paused for a moment, then grabbed the next finger, relishing in the flicker of fear that ran over Spencer’s face. It was a small crack in his stoic facade, and cracks could always be made bigger.

“Four chances.”

“And if I don’t?” Even though his voice was obviously more hoarse than before, Spencer was not going to let his captor know how scared he really was.

“If you don’t, demon- well, you know. You’ve been to hell, yes?” Spencer felt like the floor was dropping out from under him, and it had nothing to do with the white-hot pain radiating from his finger.

Day 5: Animal Attack

A growl and a sharp bark made Oasis look across the street. At first, he just thought it was a dog, shaking a dead rabbit or something. But as he looked closer, he realized it was a lot larger. As he furrowed his brow and made his way toward it, he realized it was Spencer.

“Hey, get the fuck away from him, little shit!” He yelled over the dog’s growling. It did nothing to stop the dog from latching onto Spencer’s shirt and shaking it violently. There were flecks of blood on his black hair, and his glasses were thrown to the side a few feet away. “What’s your problem, mutt?” Oasis clumsily aimed a kick at the dog, landing it just as it lunged at Spencer. The dog’s head snapped to the side, finally releasing his grip on Spencer’s shirt, but not without ripping it. “Yeah, there you go. Fuck off!” Oasis grabbed the scruff of its neck and yanked it away from Spencer, not caring that the dog’s slobbering jowls were now inches away from him. “You okay, Spence?” he yelled back to his friend, lying on the pavement.

Spencer coughed, dragging himself into something resembling sitting. Blood ran down the front of his shirt, which was ripped in several spots. “No,” came the needless reply.