A New Start

Lestat Lay asleep on his hospital bed. The room was pure white. The curtains, the walls, the sheets, the bed, the window panes. Everything was a bright and pure white without a stain on them. The sheets smelled of fresh lavender from the wash and they were warm as ever. The cloth was light but kept the patient warm without falter. The floors were dust free and tiled with white but they had diamonds in them giving them a more entertaining and less plain look for the people staying in the rooms. The window was open just a crack to let s small breeze into the room. No one wants to wake up to a stuffy room, right? there was nothing in the room to entertain the patient though, not a television, not a phone, only a buzzer to call the nurse. Of course you could talk to the nurses but they have jobs to attend to not to mention this particular patient will hate their company once he awakens.

Aside the bed was a chair, white with silver legs to hold it up. It was a little low for most but comfortable nonetheless for those who want to visit their loved ones, in this case Flayace, Lestat's girlfriend. There is no doubt that he would be ashamed of himself and unable to look Flayace in the eyes after what he had done. he was surely to be taken as a monster, he would even be surprised if she had stayed by his side after everything.

Lestat hadn't awakened since he had been in the hospital for about two days. The doctor thinks he should awaken soon. Luckily there are 'special' humans there that can heal others but not in a fast way like he may have needed at the scene of his previous fight. Though it was enough to save his live. When he awakens, though, he will feel a lot of pain from what had happened him, mostly soreness and fatigue. Hopefully, Flayace wasn't too hurt by his actions.

Lestat shuffled in his sleep while he lay asleep still from his previous battle. His face contorted into a mask like look as he shuffled due to the slight pain he felt in his sleep. He dreamed about nothing so he had nothing to occupy him from his pain. His eyelids twitched a bit and he attempted a stretch but was stopped by the seeping pain in is abdomen and chest areas. His arms were just really sore and so were his legs, it seemed that his little transformation had taken quite the amount out of him.

Trying to move to his side but failed again, due to the pain, Lestat opened his eyes wide and almost abruptly. His vision was blurred completely as his eyes were closed for an extended amount of time, longer than they should have been. His pupils were fully dilated and the whites of his eyes were blood shot beyond compare due to dryness. He looked around waiting for his vision to focus and within about 25-30 seconds, it did. He moved his head to the left of his bed and saw nothing and then to the right. To his surprise, Flayace was there and she seemed rather happy. A smile on her face even a smile chuckle reached the roof of her mouth. It was relaxing to see this. He didn't want to say anything though. Did she even notice that he had awakened?

Lestat's eyes didn't leave her face as he only stared at her. He was amazed that she was still there for him. His neck was sore as well but he was able to move it with minimal pain so he did what he could. He continued to look her over until he looked at the flowers. The hatred that he owned before had basically faded when he had awakened to her face. It was the best thing he could have awakened to, in all honestly that's all he wants to see for the rest of his natural life though he knows that his life has a major flaw in it. he has a longer life than she does. His life span is nearly double hers in human years. But he wasn't thinking about that at the moment.

"Lestat sweetie, h-how are you feeling?" She said as she almost leaned completely over to him. he was unable to really say anything at first. His throat felt clogged with who knows what. he didn't know what to do at first but he forced it out, which may be a bad idea at first. As he tried to speak, he lifted his head slowly and opened his mouth. He almost couldn't get any air through his throat as he tried. Eventually he tried to hard and then cough up something into his mouth. It was a mixture of mucus and blood. This gave him sort of a head ache too though he spit it out to his left since Flayace was at his right. He didn't want her to see it. As he looked back to her, his voice was scratchy and low. "Th-this is--" He managed to get out but was stopped by the lack of air flow through his throat.

He attempted to sit up but failed as the pain was too great. It felt as if his body was ripping apart whenever he attempted to move. His face tightened and a grunt pushed though his mouth as he was forced to lye back in his straight position. he was a stubborn one so he would probably continuously try to move even though he knows the effects of this. he looked away from Flayace and stared at the ceiling unable to do anything for himself, until he realized his telepathy. Duh. He would facepalm himself if he was able to move on his own. Looked back over to Flayace slowly as he pushed his mind into hers. "I can't talk physically. Sorry..." He said as he continued to look at her, specifically her eyes.

It was nice for Lestat to see Flayace in such good hopes and seemingly with a good mood. All he really had to do was look at her and tell how she felt. Not because her eye color changing with her mood, not because of her facial expression either. Lestat felt as if he had known Flayace all his life, and he has lived a long time. She was like his other, more calm and sensible, half. Not to mention he confirmed her mixed emotions as he was talking to her within her mind. He wasn't snooping though. When in someone's mind, you can feel what they are feeling since emotion is something that inhabits and is managed in the mind. Even still, Lestat was mixed about how he felt as well. Along side his pain, he felt angry at himself for acting the way he did, he also felt sadness for Flayace who had to witness it all. Not to mention his happiness of the fact that he got to see her as soon as he woke up.

As She leaned over to him and softly kissed his forehead, Lestat felt his heart blister with happiness. He was overjoyed but was still unable to move enough to express it. Though, unable to fully express himself, a small crack of a smile could be seen near the corner of Lestat's mouth. It was the least he could do with as much joy he was keeping inside. Though some of that joy faded as he heard what Flayace began to say next. "I don't know what I would have done if-" She got out before stopping herself. He already knew what she was preparing to say though. The cracked smile in his mouth never left though, even in hearing this. The reason is all from him. He knew that he was obviously loved if she was going to think of something like that and be unable to hold herself up right with knowing how Lestat may die. Of course he felt the same way but he knew that he would be just fine at least being able to live his life with her.

Lestat continued to stare at her with open eyes. His eyes still blood shot from dryness. He could really feel everything that was wrong with him. Luckily he didn't have any surgery done on him even though he seemed to be injured beyond compare. he was half demon though so he should heal slightly faster than a human would, actually he was already doing better than a human in the fact that he was still alive after taking such extensive damage. "Can you drop some type of liquid in my eyes. They burn more than ever. And if you don't mind, something to rehydrate myself?" he asked this of Flayace being that he was unable to care for himself at the moment. He could have asked her to call for the nurse though, but he already knew that he much more preferred Flayace to do it since he liked her much more than any other human on the planet.

The brightness of the room was almost irritating to Lestat. He was only awake in the room for less than an hour now and he has already noticed, and rejected the look of the room. I guess this would be sort of natural given the setting of where he had grown up. His world was dark yet at the same time it was always light.To explain this further, the skies were always dark and empty. There was nothing there, not even a single star. yet on the ground and even some of the small stone huts that were built, there were different colored flames of varying brightness, color, and heat. An average human would have called it rather beautiful in a way, to see such flames but to Lestat and any other demons or hybrids in that abyss, it was depressing.

Aside from the horribly decorated room, Lestat had another issue at hand. His eyes were as dry as a bone and his throat was still clogged not to mention it was also dry. It lacked a lubricant, such as liquid, to let the mucus slide through his system. He had asked Flayace to do him this favor and bring him something for such a problem and so she went off to find such items to help. She left for only minutes telling him to talk to her telepathically if he needed anything. Well obviously he would since he can't scream for her at the moment anyways. But Lestat wasn't going to say something like that since she was so kind as to help him even after what he had put her through. It will take him quite some time to get over that and except that she was also gad that it was over and held no hard feelings over it, well at least none that showed on the surface.

Lestat stared at the ceiling as he awaited his girlfriends return. He was hoping that she wouldn't worry and rush to get what he needed because it wasn't that necessary or life threatening. Just something small that bothered him. Upon her returning, Lestat followed her around the room as she walked past the bed and back to her chair, practically running. She held two cups of water. One must have been for drinking and the other for his eyes, obviously. It didn't matter to him how she got it, but what mattered is that she got it in the first place. "I think this is what you wanted?" She asked as she looked at him and the glasses. "Yes, can you please poor a little water into each of my eyes...?" He asked with his powers. His voice was kind of low in her mind though. He was a little embarrassed to have to ask her to do so much for him but he was pretty much helpless, as if he was an infant and she was the mother. He thought of himself as pitiful really. His eyes returned to their vantage point on the bright white ceiling. He didn't want to look at her while he talked to her as he had a lot of self pity in his eyes. This way, she would be unable to see the pity in his eyes and focus more on getting water in his eyes, well at least that's what he was hoping.