Chapter 50

"What do you want?" I asked, looking at Eli in boredom.

"I came to make you feel better by telling you how shit 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 shit?" 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 smugly. "I did save your life."

"Bullshit," I scoffed.

"Blake wanted to pull the knife out of you," Eli explained. "The knife was the only thi