The doctor was right. This isnāt easy to watch; to see the agony spring anew to his beloved gumihoās face, to hear him pleading for an end to the pain. While Galen doesnāt acknowledge the fox at all, Laurent rushes to his side with that preternatural speed. Not only is he on the other side the bed in a heartbeat, he drapes himself beside Elyas. He clutches Elyasā hand and pressed cold kisses to his cheek and jaw.
Squeezing his foxes fingers between him, Laurent ā proud, arrogant Laurent ā pleads, too. āPlease endure it, my love. Please donāt leave me alone.ā Wetness dampens Laurentās eyes, tears spilling over until his precious gumiho is little more than a blur of too-pale skin and shocking red hair. Reaching up with his free hand, he cups Elyasā cheek. Too cold, his beautiful fox feels too cold. It prompts him to move closer, earning a sharp glare from the doctor.
āPlease endure it, my love,ā he repeats. āSheās trying to save youā¦ I need you to live, my darling Elyas. Eternity ends with youā¦ā
Yes. If the doctor couldnāt save himā¦ Laurent would see the sunrise one last time. He would join his beloved in the death, that much Laurent knows. A life without Elyas, a world without Elyas in it isnāt a life or a world the vampire wants to exist in. No, he would rather seek out oblivion than be without Elyas. No other would do. They didnāt before and they wonāt again if his fox should perish.
āIām here, Elyas, please fight for meā¦ā
Galenās barely cognizant of the private moment happening before her. No, sheās far too focused on her work. Besides, whatever lovers have to say to each other is none of her concern. It takes some effort for her to seek out injuries sheās unable to see, to use her gift to sew the tiny arteries and veins together once more in an effort to stanch the internal bleeding, to recreate the chunks of organs the Fomorians cleaved from the gumihoās body. Everything hidden inside much be repaired before she can even think of stitching muscle and skin together once more.
Time is of the essence. She works quickly, tirelessly, ignoring whatever pain her ministrations cause because she knows ā when all is said and done ā that what sheās doing will save his life.
As long as she stops the bleeding first.
The seconds stretch long, the minutes even longer. Sheās hyperfocused on her work. Elyas would easily have bled to death long before now if not for the cold. That is, perhaps, what spared him long enough to allow her time to work. Even with the vampire lying beside him, Elyas isnāt warming quickly and the blood moves more slowly.
That gave her precious few minutes to spare. But those minutes are probably the purest agony her patientās ever felt until it was finally over. Insides intact and the skin that was shredded now perfect and smooth once more. Seamless. Scarless.
āIāve done what I can. He should be safe now.ā
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Squeezing his foxes fingers between him, Laurent ā proud, arrogant Laurent ā pleads, too. āPlease endure it, my love. Please donāt leave me alone.ā Wetness dampens Laurentās eyes, tears spilling over until his precious gumiho is little more than a blur of too-pale skin and shocking red hair. Reaching up with his free hand, he cups Elyasā cheek. Too cold, his beautiful fox feels too cold. It prompts him to move closer, earning a sharp glare from the doctor.
āPlease endure it, my love,ā he repeats. āSheās trying to save youā¦ I need you to live, my darling Elyas. Eternity ends with youā¦ā
Yes. If the doctor couldnāt save himā¦ Laurent would see the sunrise one last time. He would join his beloved in the death, that much Laurent knows. A life without Elyas, a world without Elyas in it isnāt a life or a world the vampire wants to exist in. No, he would rather seek out oblivion than be without Elyas. No other would do. They didnāt before and they wonāt again if his fox should perish.
āIām here, Elyas, please fight for meā¦ā
Galenās barely cognizant of the private moment happening before her. No, sheās far too focused on her work. Besides, whatever lovers have to say to each other is none of her concern. It takes some effort for her to seek out injuries sheās unable to see, to use her gift to sew the tiny arteries and veins together once more in an effort to stanch the internal bleeding, to recreate the chunks of organs the Fomorians cleaved from the gumihoās body. Everything hidden inside much be repaired before she can even think of stitching muscle and skin together once more.
Time is of the essence. She works quickly, tirelessly, ignoring whatever pain her ministrations cause because she knows ā when all is said and done ā that what sheās doing will save his life.
As long as she stops the bleeding first.
The seconds stretch long, the minutes even longer. Sheās hyperfocused on her work. Elyas would easily have bled to death long before now if not for the cold. That is, perhaps, what spared him long enough to allow her time to work. Even with the vampire lying beside him, Elyas isnāt warming quickly and the blood moves more slowly.
That gave her precious few minutes to spare. But those minutes are probably the purest agony her patientās ever felt until it was finally over. Insides intact and the skin that was shredded now perfect and smooth once more. Seamless. Scarless.
āIāve done what I can. He should be safe now.ā