"Good idea," Edward began, going back into the bathroom is get the cloth he'd left him there, placing it on the back of his head. He tried to reach the gouges on his back without any success.
"I know," Edward said, standing and then gripping the back of his head, his hair matted down with blood there and the room began to spin. He shook off Hannah's hand and tried to smile. "I'm fine," he insisted. "Let's go find... what did you call her? Oh: Bee."
"If you're well enough to get up, so am I," Edward insisted. "Look what happens every time I let you out of my sight!"
"Thank you," Edward sighed, relieved, and kissed her cheek again. "Beatrice should be fine," he added to her last statement. "I think she can handle herself alone for a little... don't you?"
"All I can say is if you aren't there and can't help me, then I will basically be comitting suicide. But what is against my nature is completely okay for you to do if you trust me," Edward replied as best as he could.
"I know," Edward agreed. "But try to focus on doing something good; like helping me get rid of John and killing Dracula."
"I know, my dear," Edward sighed, putting his arm around her as best as he could. "I don't know what I can do to make you feel better. Is... is there anything you can think of, or do I have to be creative?"
"You cannot blame your instincts," Edward murmured softly. "Dwelling on the past will not help you, dear."
Edward nodded. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to," he soothed, putting a tentative hand to her cheek. "You know... I hate to try and compare or empathize unnecessarily, but Dracula killed my parents and then Van Helsing murdered them in cold blood."
"Okay," Edward agreed. "I can do that for you, no problem. But just know, if there is every anything bothering you, you can talk to me, alright?"
Edward frowned. "Are you..." he began slowly, moving away from her slightly. "Are you angry with me or her right now?"
Edward frowned, thinking about what she said. "I see," he murmured, shutting his eyes for a moment. "I can watch her dream, if you'd like... I can hear her thoughts when she's conscious, so that is also possible. If you're that worried about her, I mean," he added.
"Go ahead," Edward sighed politely, his fingers absentmindedly running through Hannah's hair. "I'll try my best to listen well."
"Unfortunately, saving your life and ending John's will hurt me... quite a bit," Edward said, smiling grimly. "But don't worry about it; rest, if you can, and Beatrice and I can wake you in a few hours when the sun goes down."
"I guess," Edward agreed. "Now we have to wait till the sun goes down to start off again... I hope Carl knows where we're headed. Do you feel strong enough to travel?" He saw the same question forming in Hannah's eyes and added quickly, "I'm fine. No thanks to Lestat, I will heal but very, very slowly. It's more annoying than painful."
"Not really," Edward smiled. "Sharing isn't a strong point in our group, though if either of you think you have any information that can help us finish this... process faster, than that would be a good thing to divulge at any time."
"Um," Edward muttered, feeling Lestat's warning in his mind. "It won't work at all unless you are right next to me, pretty much... trust me."
"Good enough," Edward sighed, gripping the back of his head. "Because I can't do what I have to do to get rid of John without you very close by... and don't worry about the bathroom."
we all know this to be true... teehee!!
Okay, this is the team I officially choose... brilliant!
