The never ending kind

6- Miracle?

I mentally scratched my head at his words, also now very awkward still in two gowns. When Vance walked back in, I couldn't help but ask, "So, is there any way for me to get some real clothes on?"

He did an actual facepalm, "Damn, forgot all about that."

He pulled out his phone once more, typed something, waited, then typed something else before pocketing it again, "There, one of my... Friends should have some clothes brought here soon."

"Good deal. Thanks," I looked up at him, both of us at a loss for what to talk about, until something hit me. Well, several things. "Hey Vance, can you answer me where I am or how I even came to be here?"

"Uh, I don't know too much, but I heard you saved the Al- um, Darien's brother, Gryphen, from getting hit by a car, which also happens to be why you were in the hospital."

"Okay... And, if so, why was someone trying to kill me?"

"Errrr..."

"Err?"

Vance scratched the back of his head, "That is outside of my jurisdiction. I can tell you who was on time out for what, or how to get wine stains out of carpet, but the hard stuff like a 'who dunnit and why'? Nope, definitely not my area of know-how."

I frowned. I don't pout, so I frowned, waiting impatiently for someone to bring me clothes. I figured that after I got the clothes, if the person supposed to tell me what the hell happened didn't come by the time I was ready, I would just leave. I had a bad feeling about what this could do for my future, which was bad enough to begin with. Biting my lip remembering what I saw in the mirror, I thought that perhaps it was better not to know after all. I think I was afraid of just how much I truly was changed- that it wasn't just my skin, hair and eyes; that there was something more done to me, inside me, that I had no way to guess at.

Oddly enough, I tasted blood, a drop quickly welling on the lip I had unexpectedly bit into. Vance quickly looked up from his cell he had pulled out once more, probably to keep him from having to answer any more of my questions, focusing on my bitten lip. I sucked on it, letting it slip out of my mouth when the taste dissipated. Vance watched closely as my now-wet lip slipped out of my mouth, biting his own when I licked over it once more.

I flushed and looked away, feeling even more awkward, if that were possible. I had the feeling that Vance was definitely not straight now, but he seemed like a cool guy that deserved a nice partner, no matter their sex.
In fact, "So, Vance, you seeing anyone right now?"
"What? Um, I'm sorry- I appreciate the interest but I just recently ended a-"
"Oh gosh," I totally had to interrupt that. My interest in him was not of that kind... I'm pretty sure, "I didn't mean it like that; I'm not interested in humans."
"Oh-huh? 'Humans'?" Vance gave me the weirdest look yet.
"Ah, sorry, that sounds weird, huh," I scratched the back of my neck, embarrassed by the Freudian slip. "I'm generally disappointed in the human population, so tend to use the word oddly enough like that, not that you are one of the humans I don't like, because you seem awesome... and I'm rambling."
I sighed, raising my hand for silence when he was about to speak, "Okay. I was curious about you because you seem like an awesome guy that deserves a great partner. I wasn't showing romantic interest or flirting, so I'm sorry if it appeared that way, so  please don't get strained towards me from my stupidity."
"And, what was this 'human thing, again?" He seemed genuinely amused by my wording.
"I feel like humans are one of the worst species out there... The worst out there, as a whole," I crossed my arms, leaning back. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not one for stereotyping, but the probability of running into someone good, truly good and trustworthy, is almost impossible. You can't just find someone that you can click with so closely and trust them to just hold you or watch tv with and have such an emotional relationship without romantic feelings that won't push you for more."