#8 Eric Singer x Reader

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Eric P.O.V

I walked back through the hallways of the hospital towards the elevator, when I noticed a door to a patientroom standing open. I peeked inside since it wasn't open when I first came here to visit my aunt. She fell at home and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days. My mother begged me to go look after her since she couldn't.

Inside the room I saw a young woman laying in bed asleep. She had h/c hair and she looked awfully pale. I felt connected to her in a way and in that moment I realized it. She was my mate, the one I was searching for for eternity. But I also saw how sick she was, I think the mortals call it cancer. For someone like me, thats nothing.

I'm an immortal creature, a vampire to be exact. I could heal her by turning her but that would be weird, because of us being complete strangers. I needed to get to know her first. I looked at the clipboard on her bed from where I stood in the doorframe, reading her name off of it with ease. "Y/N it is. Fear not my dear, I will safe you.", I whispered, forming a plan on how to do just that.

Y/N P.O.V

Since two months I layed in this stupid hospital bed, feeling worse and worse. Noone came to visit anymore, I guess it was too much seeing a practically walking and talking corpse. I couldn't blame anyone for not coming and seeing the inevitable. I will die, it's just a matter of time. I sighed as a nurse made her way into the room. "How are you feeling today miss?", she asked with a smile. "Exhausted, tired, something like that. Did anyone came by?", I asked and she smiled sadly, shaking her head no.

"But someone send you a bouquet of flowers. Do you want me to put them onto the table?", she asked and I perked up. "Flowers? Do you know who send them?", I asked, ignoring her question for now. "There is an envelope with it but we didn't open it. Do you want me to get it?", she asked and I nodded, making her leave the room quickly. While she was gone I sat on my bed, trying to figure out who would send me flowers.

Maybe it was my parents because they thought of those flowers as funeral decoration? No, they weren't that cruel to send me such flowers while I was still alive. Still I expected some kind of dark flowers and not the bouquet the nurse came back with. It was gigantic and colorful, creating a nice smell in the hospital room. My eyes went wide at all the colors and I smiled at the gesture from the still unknown person.

The nurse placed the bouquet on the table with a vase and picked the envelope out of it. "Here you go. I think that is a really nice bouquet and it probably cost a lot.", she said, passing me the envelope with a smile. I took it, seeing my name written on it in cursive letters. The writing didn't fit with any of my familys and I had never seen it before. Curiously I opened it, taking the piece of paper out and unfolded it.

Those flowers reminded me of you, beautiful but so fragile.

-E

Was written on the slip of paper, making me blush a little and wonder even more. I don't know anyone whos name begins with an E. "Seems to be from someone dear to you, judging by your look.", the nurse interrupted my thoughts and I smiled at her nodding. "Yeah.", I just answered, not wanting to tell her I don't have a clue who E is. She soon left my room and I sat on my bed, admiring the beautiful flowers which seemed to brighten the whole room.

That wasn't the only present I got, nearly every week I got something new. A lot of flower bouquets, right as the old ones started to wither. There also was the box of chocolate strawberrys that I got, right after dreaming about them. It was a little weird receiving gifts from a stranger but he seemed charming, always writing something sweet onto the letters I received with the gifts. I grew more and more curious about E and always asked the nurses if anyone has seen someone bringing the gifts.

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