bsumone | ❝ Shine on friend, goodnight ❞

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.

"Laurent?"

Four days that felt like centuries to the vampire. Four days he stays at Elyas' side, unwilling to budge or move away for even a second. Leaving Elyas alone is what landed him in this state. During that time, he did have the servants bring water, which he trickled on Elyas' lips to keep them from getting too dry.

With his keen senses, Laurent noticed his beloved slip from from that deep unconsciousness into normal sleep. Hope sprung that night. Elyas would come back to him for sure! He's only grateful Elyas woke in the night! Not that Laurent couldn't be woken in the day, it's just harder. However, he likes to think he would bolt up the moment Elyas came to in this situation.

"I'm here, my love," he murmurs, taking one of Elyas' hands between his.

Elyas slowly makes a second attempt at opening his eyes as he weakly pulls himself a little closer to Laurent. Closer to the source of the comforting scent. Closer to his heart and soul. The very reason for his continued survival. It's difficult though. His body feels so heavy. It's like the doctor filled him with lead before she closed him up. He presses his free hand to his stomach and then shoves it under his shirt to inspect his skin. Whole. Perfectly smooth. Like no damage had ever been done.

Gently tugging Laurent's hands closer, Elyas presses his lips to the back of one. "So am I. I'm here too. I survived because of you."

It's been an age since tears sprung to Laurent's eyes. And yet they have so much in the last week. When he found his beloved in that state, each day the passed while he remained in limbo, and no from the joy of having Elyas back.

"I can take precious little of that credit, my love." All he did was find the gumiho, bring him home. The doctor healed his wounds and Elyas clawed his way back from nothingness. He shifts closer, gently as he doesn't know if Elyas is in any pain. "I thought I might lose you."

Elyas closes his eyes and gives his head a small shake. Laurent gets at least as much credit as Elyas and the doctor, if not a little more. "You found me." Had Laurent not found Elyas bleeding out in the snow, he would never have been able to find his way back from that vast nothingness. Had Laurent not found Elyas, there would've been nothing left for the doctor to heal. Without Laurent, Elyas would've been lost. "You deserve a lot of credit because you found me."

Pressing his lips to Laurent's hand once again, twice, three times, he reopens his eyes to gaze at his beautiful vampire. The amazing, ethereal creature he thought that he'd never get to see again as he watched his blood spilling out onto the snow.

"You couldn't lose me so easily." Because Laurent always knows where to find him.

Elyas' logic makes sense. Had Laurent not searched for him, had he left maybe moments later than he did... his beloved would've perished in the cold, alone. He never could have forgiven himself if Elyas died due to his inaction. And the Fomorians? They would never be forgiven for harming his gumiho. The monsters even monsters fear. What care they for the feelings of a lone vampire? Or anyone? Mindless monstrosities that they ware. Everyone one that crosses his path henceforth will feel his wrath.

"I know you fought hard, my love. As hard as you could." Both against them of to cling to life when darkness beckoned. "You're safe now. I want you to rest until you're absolutely certain you're back to health." Rest and relax, let Laurent dote on him for a few days until his body feels like his again. "I'm your servant until then."

❝ Shine on friend, goodnight ❞

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