Ones Last Stand:Chapter 27
Sam decided to rest for the next few days and nights, she didn't expect the others would worry about her. She was sure they would understand, but that as up until she remembered death as the only one she spoke to since getting upset over the whole End Times conversation.
By then, it had been three days, and it was now morning. She got up, wanting to replace the bandages again.
She swung open her door, nearly walking into the back of a large pale rider.
“Holy hell. How long have you been standing there?” She had her hand on her chest, obviously startled.
Death turned, keeping his arms crossed. “Not long. Just keeping an eye on you.”
“I was resting. like you told me to.” The demon walked past him, and to the bathroom, leaving the door open and tending to the current bandages. “Oh. It's healed.”
Death looked at her torso, as she lifted the front of her hoodie and peeled off her bandages. All that was left was a bruised area, but no open woun