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As Carlisle departed from the room, Edward knelt before the man. He could feel the heat rising off the russet skin; it burned against the ice that made up his own. Carlisle said his temperature was incredibly high. Together they had stripped him of the measly coverings that were drenched with blood and Edward was instructed to lie across him, cover all of the main arteries to keep them from excessive overheating. He wanted to ignore his coven leaders request but he swallowed his rebuttal, letting the words dance on his tongue before falling back into the pit of his stomach. He couldn't deny Carlisle anything, especially when in regards to an innocent life. Who was he to kill someone over his reluctance to do the right thing? He was just another vampire after all, unimportant amongst the vast ranks of others just like him.
So, Edward took off his shirt and folded it neatly on the chair beside the medical table. He clenched his teeth together in annoyance but continued to undress, sparing a glance over his shoulder to get a look at the man lying behind him. He was incredibly tall, dirt streaked feet dangled nearly off the edge of the beds dressing. His hair was still darkened with blood but it hung stiffly upon a pair of tanned shoulders, moving in time to both the mans' breathing as well as his heart beat. The next item of clothing to be shed was the pair of denim jeans that Edward wore. He placed them on top of his shirt, feeling too bare even though his only audience was unconscious. If he were still human, he was certain that his ears would burn with embarrassment.
With a long unnecessary sigh, Edward lay beside the man, arms draped here and there and legs entangled to assure that every major artery was securely fastened underneath the blanket of Edwards' cold skin. He lay his head off to the side of the pillow and took in a deep breath, trying not to lick his lips to get a taste of the earthy scent that lingered there. The auburn haired vampire knew that the scent belonged to this man, he smelled of the lake, of the earth, of nature. It all but made Edward cringe as he tried not to lick at the blood drying along the stitches running over the side of the russet skin. He had more control than most of the other coven, seeing as though he had never once fed on a human nor did he intend to. Edward had more practice; he could behave when the time called for it.
So he waited patiently, hoping in vain that he would catch at least one a weak thought as it filtered through the unconscious mans mind. His own mind was filled with a sense of inner turmoil. More than anything, he wanted to know where this man had come from, and who he was. Of course he wanted to save him but at what cost? Maybe this man was not to be trusted. Edward wouldn't know until the man awoke from his slumber, he wouldn't find out anything until those eyes opened and they met his own. Just then, the warm body underneath his shivered against his own and Edward smiled.
It appeared as if he would be getting his answers pretty soon.
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