Afterlife's Aftermath
I felt strange as I grew in consciousness. I felt as light as a feather but still I couldn't move my limbs. It took great force for my eyes to flicker open but I finally managed. I saw the stucco ceiling of a building I do not know. I heard two beeping noises in complete unison in a rhythmic pattern.
I turned my head weakly and looked around with eyes fuzzed by a long sleep. To my left I saw a window with the curtains pulled shut. The light gently poured through the light blue cloth, making a foggy and almost heavenly haze. It seemed as if it were a memory from long ago, glazed over and oh so peaceful.
Below I saw a table holding a few of my belongings, what appeared to be gifts, and a tray of food. I got bored of this area; it didn't tell me much, so I turned to the right. What I saw filled me with horror. I saw that there was another bed nearly two or three feet away, a stand holding complicated machines stood by it, which caused one of the beeping. Tubes hung from two bags leading to the body on the opposing bed. There was a door in the corner farthest from me and another window without sunlight, but with a manmade light on the other side. This made that side of the room dark and shadows raced back and forth across this window.
But my breath was taken away when my eyes landed on the face of the body in the other bed.
Vladimir Tod lay sleeping.
The machines counted his heartbeats and the tubes connected with the skin of his bare, pale arms. One was clear and could be anything in my eyes. But the other was unmistakable, deep red blood flowed down into his skin and saliva engulfed my mouth. I tasted a separate flavor on my tongue. It was sweet, but spicy, and delicious and addicting. Though amazingly delectable I attempted to swallow it down. Yet no matter what, the flavor would not leave.
I looked back at Vlad but I also saw the blood pushing into him. The saliva and flavor rushed back into my mouth for reasons I do not understand. But I was over whelmed with my grief for Vlad. I felt cold, not hot, tears rushing down my cheeks.
The door in the far corner opened and a nurse rushed in, checked on Vlad and his machines and tubes, and turned to me.
"Oh, you're awake!" She cheered, hurrying to my side. "Are you hungry?" I nodded and my stomach agreed loudly. Instead of the tray she handed me a large cup with a thick black bendy straw. I didn't know what the liquid was or what it could be. But she held it to my lips and I was thirsty enough to not care what it was. I drank and drank until it was all gone. "Were you crying?" She asked softly as she took the cup and replaced it with another.
I didn't answer but turned again to stare at the sleeping Vlad. She understood and said nothing more until she was by the door.
"You have guests if you are ready." I nodded and just after the door closed it opened again. I didn't look to see who the person was, and they stayed by the door.
"Mina..." I heard the soft voice of Henry. I sighed and lazily turned to him, he uncertainly made his way closer to me. He had a large bandage around his head and he sat down in a chair by me bed. "How are you feeling?"
"I... I don't know." I muttered. "Henry, what happened?"
The look on his face told me that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask. He stared down at his hands as they fumbled around each other.
"Henry?" I asked softly.
"What do you remember?"
"That guy... D'Ablo... he had me held back. And Vlad tried to come and get me but Joss he... did he really stab Vlad?" I demanded, fresh tears falling. Henry still looked down and didn't answer me. "Henry answer me!"
