Apologies for the lateness and any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Myrnins POV

I couldn't move the arm the shadow gripped. It seemed that a mass of black gunk was fixated on my wrist, clouding my pale skin. I shuddered slightly as the blackness passed over my skin; it felt like someone was tracing my wrist with bony fingers, drawing invisible patterns that only they could see.

"I don't have to deal with this." My voice didn't waver, I learned that situations like these I had to keep it together. And strangely, it was easier than usual. My head didn't feel crowded with thoughts, sure some were there, but not like before. They weren't screaming at me.

But somebody was.

"You do! You did this!" The woman figure screeched, tightening her grip on me and possibly drawing blood. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics.

"You're not real. You never were." I spoke calmly, to the annoyance of the others. They came closer, as if to listen more carefully to what I have to say.

"I used to be real. We all were. The problem with you, Myrnin, is that you lock everything away. Like somehow it will make the problem go away. Not this time. You might not recognise me, but you will soon enough. While it may be insulting, you still don't know what's going on." She droned on, in a teacher voice, like she was presenting a school kid with a very simple concept. Sure I don't remember her, not that there is a lot of features to go by. My memory has been fuzzy and hazy ever since I've woken up, like a sluggish rain that won't let you see through.

"And assemble here, to do what? Hold hands?" I was really good at this sarcastic thing, hanging around with the children does have an impact. I slowly moved the hand she was holding, as some sort of handshake, even though it took a lot of effort. Her neighbour, the red eyed figure didn't waver from her side, just stayed there, fixing those glinting eyes of his on me. They almost looked like rubies.

"Oh, who said anything about holding hands?"

Michaels POV

It was getting late, not that it mattered. I was becoming an even more familiar face, hanging around the hospital so much. They might have known me before, heard of me, but now I'm just the guy who doesn't go home.

It has gotten hard.

With all this time alone, there was a lot of time to think. It may not see as much to others, but the agony of waiting for Eve to wake up dragged out time to an incredible length. What feels like an hour is actually a minute.

I was thankful that the blood bank was situated on the same site; otherwise I would have gotten someone to do a run for me. Because someone would be so willing to fetch the lonely vampire his blood, while he muses. There's a joke in there that I'm not laughing at.

I looked at the tiled floor, which was more of a shade of grey than white, focusing on dust particles. What a way to expand these vampire powers.

But it wouldn't be moments until I would look up to check on Eve, to glance and check for movement. If she moved a fraction at all, I would have noticed. There would be little changes, changes in her colour, changes in her breathing pattern, but nothing too significant. But they all mattered to me.

When I heard the rustle of fabric, I thought I was listening in on the room next door, my hearing strained too much. But it wasn't.

Eves legs moved, as if settling in, twisting in the sheets that she was provided with. I was there, instantly, waiting. I didn't want to bother her, didn't want to awake her before she was ready, but it was the most that has happened ever since they had announced she would live.

Her palms twitched, as if trying to grab something but not being able to. I hovered closer, watching for any other sings.

Nothing else occurred, so I sat down in the guest chair provided and held her hand as I always do, whenever I feel like I really need her. It was my silent lifeline, like a way to will her back to me. I traced her palm, a fleshy tone with several creases. It reminded me of how we used to read fortunes as kids, tracing lines, finding a story to provide about the future. I didn't know how unpredictable things were, how easily things changed.

Her hand twitched again. More strongly this time, as if feeling my presence somehow made the need stronger. I gripped her fingers slightly, applying the slightest of pressure to let her know that I'm here.

In response, her eyes opened suddenly, staring blankly ahead. Even though she was looking at me, it was like I was invisible to her and she was seeing right through me. To something that wasn't there.

"Eve?" I dared to speak her name, causing her eyebrows to furrow in confusion. She blinked several times, and her glassy brown eyes seemed more lifelike. I heard the machinery around her stabilize, reacting to her change in consciousness.

I gave her a few moments, controlling myself, as much as I wanted to hug her and reassure her, I didn't want to shock her.

"What?" she uttered. I let out a breath, and squeezed her hand. "Did you see them?" She looked alarmed, and grasped my hand with what strength she had.

"Eve, what is it? There's no-one here," I tried to reassure her, and tried to think of who could she mean. Did she mean Claire and Shane? They were just outside.

"Not anymore." She looked around, still a little bit spooked but I didn't want to press her, she seemed exhausted. I was just glad she had woken up.

"Shh. You're safe." I sat down on her bed, and took her into my arms. I could feel her pulse through her thin hospital gown, slowing down from the panic she had felt before. I felt calmer, more at peace with her beside me. Soon her breathing was more regular as we held each other, and I felt a warmness that only she could bring. It was an inner stillness, of time stopping and pausing for this sweet moment between the two of us.

As all moments, they had to end.

"It was so crowded Michael. Like a bad dream." She muttered into my side sleepily. I simply rocked her, soothing her, wishing away her bad dreams.

Hey guys,

I know how late this is, but getting my schedule together was hard, something always came up. I hope to be more regular with these updates as I settle into a routine.

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I hope that the next chapter will clear a lot of things up, and be more fast paced as I get back into writing these for you :)

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