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Louis came to him in a flurry of panic and distress.
“It’s Daniel,”
They arrived at the hospital. Armand marched through the halls without pause as Louis manipulated the staff to ignore them. Armand felt a tightness in his chest as he searched for the right room, growing tighter with every step, until he stumbled through the door to Daniel’s room and stared at the motionless body lying on the bed. Wires were attached to his body, connecting him to the surrounding machines that hummed lowly.
Armand trembled as he took a hesitant step forward. He stopped at the side of the bed, looking down at his seemingly lifeless boy, and placed his shaking hand over Daniel’s blanket. He knelt on the floor and picked up Daniel’s hand. He kissed the back before laying it back down.
“What happened?” Armand asked as Louis entered the room.
“Overdose,” Louis explained as he picked up Daniel’s chart and began reading what was written. “He’ll wake up, but they don’t know when. He’s been here for two days so far,”
“Oh, my beautiful boy,” Armand said, quietly, his voice hollow and shaking. He lowered his head to the bed and rested it next to Daniel’s still hand.
He had been doing so well. Daniel hadn’t touched a single narcotic since he met his girlfriend, a pretty woman named Alice whom Armand found difficult to like. Although Armand did his best to watch over Daniel, to protect him from himself, he couldn’t see him all the time. His manipulation of Daniel’s mind was too weak to push too much. It was Armand’s fault. He didn’t want to do it.
When Daniel met Alice, Armand stepped further away, too hurt to see one of the men he loved happy with someone else. Clearly, that was a stupid choice.
Armand kissed Daniel’s hand again, his lips lingering as he listened to the blood move through his veins, and an idea came to mind. He could do it, just once more, and help heal Daniel. If he gave him the blood, Daniel’s body would regain its strength and he would wake up again. Armand would be able to see him again. He could look into his eyes and tell him that it would be fine, that he would take him home, they could make it work this time. Armand could –
“Armand,” Louis said, his voice filled with warning. “Don’t,”
“He needs me,”
“He doesn’t want this, Armand,” Louis reminded him, his voice sympathetic despite his cold words. “He left. He wanted a mortal life,”
Armand squeezed his eyes closed. Louis was right, and he hated him for it. Daniel had wanted to leave for a reason, and Armand couldn’t stop him, no matter how much he wanted to.
Louis placed his hand on Armand’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
“We’ll stay tonight,” He said. “But we have to leave before the morning. Fair?”
Armand nodded and got to his feet. He kissed Louis’ cheek and thanked him softly before slipping into the bed next to Daniel, laying his arm over his body and holding him close for the last time.