Okay, maybe he didn't do that, but it sure as hell felt like it. That dream was incredibly vivid. It was almost as if you could see a scar where he made the incision. You simply laughed. You must have fallen asleep in his arms or maybe fainted from the shock of dancing with Benedict Cumberbatch. Hell, anyone would. Maybe because he was like twice your height, he might have stepped on your foot and cut off your blood circulation or something of that sort.
It didn't matter. Everything was so real, and it was so beautiful. Every life has a dark side. Everyone has those times when they want to escape, and this time you were lucky enough to find paradise. You didn't expect to live here forever. In fact, you were planning to leave in a few minutes. You didn't want to take advantage of his kindness.
It was about sunset now, and Benedict still had his arms around you. He was asleep himself, but then when you shifted in his arms, he woke like a cat sensing movement from his prey.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said in his 'jaguar in a cello voice.'
"Morning," you smile, stretching your arms a bit. You stand up, putting your shoes on your feet, ready to leave. He gently touches your arm, slowly sitting you down beside him,
"Now, darling," he began, "You don't need to go if you don't want to. You tend to talk in your sleep, I know what's going on at home. I found your parents names and numbers, I contacted-"
"You did /what/?" You ask bluntly. What had he done?! You would be so dead when you got home for walking off with a stranger!
"I contacted you family, I couldn't have them worried sick," he explained calmly. Of course he couldn't. He was perfect, and you couldn't be mad at him.
"I'm not going home then, I don't want to be skinned and made into my father's latest pair of crocs," you say sternly.
"They said that- Ew, crocs, your father wears crocs? You have such good taste and your father wears crocs? I'm going to have to either adopt you or raid your house and replace all the shoes," he joked, trying to lighten the mood, seeing that you were obviously very upset upset about the situation.
"What did they say?" you ask softly.
"Well, among the bickering, and your mother's threats, they said you could come home when you were ready. They weren't very happy about it, It took me an hour to convince them, but I put on my Cumber charm and here we are," he explained, a smile on his face. "Now, since you don't have school until Monday, I insisted that you stay the weekend. Oh, you're staying the weekend by the way."
"I'm okay with that," you chuckle.
He takes your hand in his and squeezes it gently, letting go a moment later. He was a good friend to have. You needed someone like that in your life. You needed someone who would truly care. Someone who would not leave, for everyone seemed to leave. You suddenly become very self conscious. Your mouth had that morning breath feeling in it, and there was a thin sheet of sweat on your forehead because Benedict did such a good job of keeping you warm. "I'm going to go freshen up, okay?" you inform him.
"Alright, the guestroom is the third hallway, second on your left. After that, I'm making you dinner," he promised. You chuckle. Was he about to prepare you for dinner or prepare dinner for you?
"Okay, before I go, I had this dream. Ridiculous dream, okay. You literally cut out my lungs and at them for dinner. Funny, huh?" You laugh.
"Hilarious. Ridiculous because if I were to cut out your lungs, I would use them for tea time," he laughed, a roaring laugh. Then you left, leaving him on the sofa.
He got up and walked into his kitchen, gently picking up his scalpel and cleaning the blood off of it with a rag. That lung transfusion went very well. He chuckled.
There would be many good meals to come.
