She had killed without making a sound. He knew that no one would be coming to check on them, so he gripped his shoulder as he dragged himself forward, toward Mindy. He was so exhausted from fighting and blood loss, but he couldn't pass out now.
"Mindy," he said quietly, running a hand through her hair, "Thank you..."
He had to be careful since her hand was ungloved. He had seen Kiki do this hundreds of times, but his face still felt warm as he leaned over her and reached into the right-hand pocket of her dress, where she always kept an extra pair of gloves. They were white, and he carefully slipped one onto her left hand before replacing the torn up one on her right.
She still hadn't awoken. He knew she wouldn't. She would stay unconscious for at least an hour, most likely more. He sat back and wondered what he should do.
He was beginning to feel light-headed, but it wasn't too bad. However he was tired and his right arm ached from trying to stop the blood from flowing down from the wound in his left shoulder. It had let up, but only a little.
He certainly couldn't go to the hospital, not with Mindy. What was he supposed to do, carry her in? They would want to look her over, not him. He wouldn't know what to do if they found out about her. Surely they would take her away. He couldn't leave her at the Inn, either. She would be in danger there and he wouldn't be able to help her. And she would be frightened if she woke up alone.
The truth was that he didn't want to leave her. They would be at separate rooms in the hospital, and if he left her at the Inn, she would more than likely wake up confused and wait patiently for him to return. But he couldn't wait. He couldn't leave her.
Let me slip into denial once more, he thought bitterly to himself as he inched toward her, But until she wakes up, I am not going to any damn hospital.
He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and the other under her legs, scooping her up. She was light, just what he would expect from such a small girl. She didn't just act like a child; she looked like one, too.
He carried her all the way back to the Inn, bleeding adamantly along the way.
"Are you alright, sir?" the man at the desk asked when he entered.
Of course I'm not alright. Some psycho took a spear to my shoulder and arm and now Mindy is unconscious and my life sucks because I'll always be alone. And how are you?
"Yes, I'm fine," he said quickly.
"If you need anything, there is a phone right here," the man called after Edward as he quickly strolled down the hallway.
It was a bit difficult opening the door to his room with Mindy in his arms. She was still out cold. If it weren't for the odd but comforting sense of her presence, he would worry that she were dead. She wasn't human; she didn't have a pulse or a heart rate, at least not at the moment; and when she fell into these states, she never breathed.
Edward carefully set her down in the center of his bed, covering her up with the blankets. He stared down at her as she lay there, perfect. But he knew she wasn't perfect. She was about as perfect as he was; not very. But he loved her nonetheless.
He loved her, and he hated himself for it. He had tried so hard to hate her. He should, it was only right. She was supposed to be some evil being created to torture him. She was supposed to be an insult to Katie. And yet he had fallen in love.
I couldn't help it, he thought, disgusted that he was making up excuses for himself, After she died... I just... I can't do this anymore.
He crawled over the covers on the bed, resting his arm across her as he nestled into the space between her shoulder and her head, hiding his face in her hair. He moved slightly, brushing his lips against her neck for a moment before settling back in, breathing in her scent.
He only meant to stay there for a few moments, and then he would sit on a nearby chair and wait, pretending that he didn't care and that she was just wasting his time by staying unconscious.
But he didn't. He fell asleep in that position, cradled beside Mindy as he held her. Hadn't he been tortured enough? He didn't want to be alone anymore...but he knew in his heart that he could never be with her.
It was all he could do not to cry.
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~Quotes~
1. Does this mean he does not hate me?
2. "Have you forgotten the evil that lurks in his heart?"
3. "...I'm leaving you with Aunt Pinaco and Winry again."
What do ya think? A bit sad, neh? Ah well.
Enjoy Mindy while you can...
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!
