Please don't be difficult. John sighed. Just come here now. You don't have to come too quickly if it makes you feel ill. Hannah uncurled her fingers very carefully took her hand from Edward's. She sat up slowly and then hurried to the bathroom. She hoped her retching wouldn't wake Edward. The sight of the blood sent another wave of nausea through her, but she just turned her face away from the toilet, flushed it, and then leaned against the wall. Honestly, Hannah, John refrained from sighing again. I can guarantee you that you'll feel better if you see me now.
Hannah opened her eyes and stared at the wall, sure that Edward was sleeping. I hope we leave tomorrow. I don't want to have to stay here any longer than I have to. Hannah, my little dove, I'd like to see you in the stables. I know you're not feeling well, and I'd like to help if I can. John sent to her. Hannah forced herself not to tense, afraid that any movement would wake Edward. She closed her eyes again and stayed stone still.
Hannah's smile faded, but she kept her thoughts as clean as she could. She tried her best not to think of her most recent nightmare or about the hunter or about John. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping Edward wouldn't have nightmares as well.
"It's the best I've got." Hannah laid down and gently pulled Edward down with her. "Besides, you'll probably pass out if you don't sleep."
Hannah smiled and took Edward's hand, entwining her fingers through his. "You'll be able to notice if I leave." You have my thanks, Lestat. John smirked.
I'm just going to talk to her. John rolled his eyes. Though it would be more convenient if he wasn't there. "You are tired," Hannah countered. "YOU should get some sleep. I'll stay right here; I promise."
John grit his teeth at Lestat's words. Shut up. I'll be seeing her very soon. Once Edward is asleep, she'll come to me. Hannah shook her head slowly. "I don't want nightmares right now...."
"Hm," Beatrice rubbed her head. "We'll need something really strong to pull him away from Hannah."
*EPIC GLOMP* Thank you both.
Beatrice looked over at Hannah's door. "Think we can get it out of him?" She smiled.
"Should we go bother Edward and Hannah?" Beatrice grinned.
Angelyn, why do you think I never take my wristband off? DestinyStar, how do you do it? After all that, how do you keep going?
"I swear I'll kill him if anything goes wrong." Hannah teased, scooching closer to Edward, but trying to to move to fast. Her stomach still wasn't settled, escpecially after filling it with the eight leters that the boy had given her. Beatrice shook her head. "I don't want to go out either...."
It will take a lot of thinking for me to either descision.
"I guess that would work," Beatrice smiled.
"But I don't know how it happened." Beatrice said. "I was just talking with him and then I heard him talk back." She shrugged.
I'd rather be able to try at my dreams and fail than not try at all. The only reason I can see to push forward is to prove her wrong.
"I don't know," Beatrice admitted. "It's only happened once with Sorin."
You know my parents aren't exactly supportive of me or my goals. To quote my mother: "Chanes are you'll never make it in the musical world, and theater isn't much easier. If you do go to college and get that degree you plan to, at least you can get a job with that." Does that sound like support to you? How can I feel like this will all blow over if my own mother doesn't support my dreams?
"Oh," Beatrice smiled. "That makes more sense. Should I tell the others?"
