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AN: My first Demons fic, AU for episode 5. All comments, corrections etc are happily welcomed.
Luke cried out as sharp talons raked across his chest, leaving behind lines of searing pain. He fell back, still trying desperately to shoot the creature. Finally, one of the bullets hit home and the Harpy exploded into a shower of dust.
The threat over, Luke lay still, breathing heavily and gradually becoming more aware of the growing pain in his chest. He groaned, dropping the gun and trying to sit up and assess the damage. When this proved impossible, he raised a hand to his chest instead, alarmed to see that it came away slick with blood.
"Luke!" Suddenly Galvin was there, though he hadn't seen him arrive. He vaguely heard cursing, before feeling a weight pressing on his chest, making the pain worse. He whimpered.
"Luke-look at me," A hand resting against his cheek, warm breath dusting his skin. He realised his eyes were closed, and opened them. Luke almost smiled at the look on his godfather's face-it was the first time he'd seen him so concerned.
"Time to get you out of here kid," This sounded like a good plan, unlike some of the plans that Galvin had been known to come up with, and Luke mumbled in agreement. He made an attempt to roll to the side and get up, but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.
Then the world shifted, and Luke's head swam as he was lifted into Galvin's arms. Perhaps in other circumstances he would have been embarrassed, uttered a protest about the indignity of the situation, but he just felt so exhausted. The once sharp pain had dulled to an ache that spread through his whole body, and his brain felt like it was filled with cotton wool. He let his head rest against Galvin's chest, glad for the warmth that seeped through the fabric.
Luke's reaction was worrying, to say the least. Rupert knew that ordinarily Luke would have been outraged by even the thought of needing someone to carry him, so for him to so willingly accept the help…
"You are damn heavy Luke-you know that?" Rupert muttered. The boy was effectively a dead weight, his body limp and lifeless. Barely conscious, Luke didn't reply, instead merely pressing his face further into Rupert's jumper.
AN: To be continued Y/N?