Even in the infinite darkness of Elyas' unconsciousness, there's Laurent. There's no telling if it's actually Laurent that he's hearing or if it's merely his subconscious conjuring up the voice of his beloved because it knows that his ethereal creature of the night would thrive in this kind of darkness. He belongs here, in the infinite black, in Elyas' conscious and subconscious mind. He belongs with Elyas, no matter where the gumiho finds himself. Even here, in unconsciousness.
For the first three days, Elyas doesn't move. He lays perfectly still, exactly as the doctor left him. If not for Elyas' slow, steady breathing, it would be easy enough to assume that the doctor had failed and was unable to help him. He's recovering, though. He's recovering from the pain and blood loss, from the stress of his body trying to heal again and again a wound that wouldn't close. From thinking he was going to die and would never again see the long of his life. But he's getting there. He's regaining his strength little by little.
The fourth day is when there's finally a little movement. Unconsciousness finally gives way to regular sleep and the first thing Elyas does is rolls onto his side, facing the vampire. Even in his sleep, he know right where Laurent is. He spends the next few hours sleeping soundly just like that, though he occasionally takes a deeper breath or makes some small noise in his sleep. Though he doesn't move, it's much different that the stillness of the unconscious fox.
Though a few more hours pass, it's still that fourth day when Elyas finally opens his eyes. After so long closed, it's hard to clear his vision and make his eyes focus. Giving up on his eyes and closing them again for now, the fox sniffs at the air instead. Though his eyes have betrayed him, his nose is still sharp. And he would recognize the scent of his dear, sweet vampire anywhere.
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For the first three days, Elyas doesn't move. He lays perfectly still, exactly as the doctor left him. If not for Elyas' slow, steady breathing, it would be easy enough to assume that the doctor had failed and was unable to help him. He's recovering, though. He's recovering from the pain and blood loss, from the stress of his body trying to heal again and again a wound that wouldn't close. From thinking he was going to die and would never again see the long of his life. But he's getting there. He's regaining his strength little by little.
The fourth day is when there's finally a little movement. Unconsciousness finally gives way to regular sleep and the first thing Elyas does is rolls onto his side, facing the vampire. Even in his sleep, he know right where Laurent is. He spends the next few hours sleeping soundly just like that, though he occasionally takes a deeper breath or makes some small noise in his sleep. Though he doesn't move, it's much different that the stillness of the unconscious fox.
Though a few more hours pass, it's still that fourth day when Elyas finally opens his eyes. After so long closed, it's hard to clear his vision and make his eyes focus. Giving up on his eyes and closing them again for now, the fox sniffs at the air instead. Though his eyes have betrayed him, his nose is still sharp. And he would recognize the scent of his dear, sweet vampire anywhere.
"Laurent?"