"Lestat," Edward snapped, shaking his head as his mind fogged once again. "Let him be."
"Oh, your maker hasn't told you?" Edward asked Beatrice, laughing suddenly. He stopped, coughing small drpos of blood into his hand. He ignored Lestat's shrug of no concern. "Lestat taught me how to kill John... it's just brought me a little closer to my own death than I'd like. But I'm okay," he added quickly at the horrified look on her face. "I just wanted to see if you were feeling better now that those bullets seem to be gone."
Edward ignored Lestat except for giving him a small nod. "Just... getting rid of something," he answered Beatrice, smiling weakly at her worried face. "It's done with now... you don't have to trouble yourself." OOC: dude, thats a pippin quote... teehee!!!
"I'm going to assume you're here to help," Edward said to Lestat, smirking at the look on the vampire's face as he limped over to the bed and sat at Beatrice's other side.
Edward nodded at them all, looking at Hannah for a moment. "Alright, then," he said, opening the door.
Edward nodded at Michael. "Are you all really coming in, then? She should rest. I just haven't seen her awake yet." He looked at Hannah, Carl, and Jinx.
"It doesn't matter to me," Edward said, putting his hand out to rest it and some of his weight on the door knob. "You can come in if you wish."
"Which room is she in?" Edward asked Michael.
Edward let Michael lead him down the hall toward Beatrice's room. "I don't mean... to yell," he rasped after a moment.
"Take me to Bee," Edward said more calmly, looking toward Hannah. "Please... I need to see her."
Edward lifted his head and managed a low growl at Van Helsing. "You shut your Goddamned mouth," he hissed as quickly as he could. "Don't even think about Bee, understand?"
Edward coughed and nodded. "Take... me to... Bee," he managed now.
"I... bit him," Edward choked out, raising his head to look at Carl. "Took out all his... blood into my... body and then... had Hannah drain it from... m-me. The… combination of his blood… his blood and mine, in my body… she need to drink it to live… if she… loves me, it should have worked... and it did because w-we're both... h-here."
Edward didn't want to lean on Michael but had no choice, weakly draping his arm around the man. "Thank... you..." he managed to choke out.
Edward groaned, pushing himself carefully up onto his elbows. He spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor, resisting the urge to gag and pass out. He turned his head shakily to look at Hannah. "I... want.. to... w-walk," he stuttered, though her worried face swam before him as he strained to keep it clear.
Edward tried to shake his head but couldn't find the muscles to move it. "Can... stand..." he managed to whisper, though he wasn't sure if the words actually came out understandibly.
Edward could vaguely hear the voices spoken around around him, his eyelids seemingly glued shut by the pain in his body. He gripped Hannah's hand tighter now, wanting to stand and stop everyone's bickering.
Edward pulled away from Van Helsing's touch, gritting his bloodstained teeth and clenching his fists. He moved his hand slowly, his eyes still shut, until he found Hannah's fingers and grabbed them weakly. Lestat... he tried again. Please... I can't breathe...
Edward groaned, shutting his eyes and biting his lip, bringing blood. Help, Lestat... I can't breathe...
Thank you, Edward managed to think, his thoughts getting a little less hazy now. He was unable to speak aloud.
