"What do you want?" I asked, looking at Eli in boredom.
"I came to make you feel better by telling you how s**t you look," he said with a smile and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Teasing, princess. You were bleeding out in my arms, sue me for feeling slightly concerned."
"Well, I'm just groovy so you can go now," I said and waved my hand at him.
"I'm cool," he shrugged and took a seat at the chair beside the bed.
"Do I actually look like s**t?" I asked and Eli raised an eyebrow at me.
"You died. Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I wouldn't be asking otherwise, dipshit," I muttered.
"You look like death," Eli shrugged. "Don't take it personally."
"Considering your tastes in women I won't," I said and screwed my face up in disgust.
"Be polite," Eli scolded and smirked sm
