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Brett looked over. He had to lie, and quickly. "Druid is just... someone I made up..." Brett said, thinking of how insane he must sound. A confused, troubled look passed over his father's face, but he nodded. Later, he went to grab Brett and himself some food. Brett laid comfortably in the bed, trying to sleep as his fangs dug into his lip again. Blood seeped from the two, small puncture wounds and Brett smiled, the crimson liquid flowing in small drips into his throat. "Druid..." Brett thought, almost begging for a reply. "Yes?" the voice in his head said, and Brett smiled widely. "Please, come see me... I'm in the hospital." Brett said, watching the window. "Yes, I would figure so. All that pain you put me through." Brett heard a small laugh. "Sorry..." Brett apologized, looking back up at the ceiling. "So, what d'you need, kiddo?" Druid asked, and Brett sighed deeply. "My dad almost knew who you were... Now he thinks I'm insane." He heard Druid laugh. "Oh, but you are! My little schizophrenic." he mocked and Brett rolled his eyes. "Just come get me or something... I'm dying here." Druid smirked, "I'll be there in a moment...". Brett curled up in the sheets, nuzzling his face into the pillow for warmth. His stomach growled, as the hunger pains starting returning extremely slowly, yet Brett felt full. He rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow under a cold hand tapped the back of his ruffled head. "Wake-y, wake-y, eggs and bake-y" Druid said, sitting in the visitor chair. "So, how are you feeling?" Druid asked, crossing his legs by placing his ankle over his knee. "I'm dying... Give me your arm." Brett said, grabbing Druid's arm quickly and sliding his aching fangs into Druid flesh, the warm blood quenching his thirst. "Whoa, calm down..." Druid warned, watching the boy smile with closed eyes as he drank. Brett ignored him, filling his stomach with blood to stop his hunger and pain. "Tahnku Yuah." Brett murmured, still feeding off the other vampire at full throttle. "Are you done yet?" Druid asked, smirking as he pulled his arm away slowly. "Not full, but better..." Brett said, licking his lips clean. Druid rubbed the two wounds, grinning. "So, you told your dad what about me? And how did he ask who I was?" Druid asked, crossing his arms tightly against his chest. "I err, kinda needed your help... a lot... and I was possibly screaming for you... maybe." Brett said, running his tongue over his fangs. Druid only laughed. The two talked for about twenty minutes, before Druid had to go as Brett's father approached. Brett and his father ate, and then left to go stay with Brett's stepmother in the patient housing. Brett slept for only an hour, before waking up slowly, unable to sleep and just staring at the ceiling. Listening to the coughing and groans of the other patients, Brett sighed. When was he going to get out of here...? "Brett? Are you awake, sweetie?" he heard a calm, female voice say. But not his stepmother's voice. Brett jerked his head to the door, seeing a flash of blonde hair. He gasped, leaping from the bed, tearing the I.V out painfully. He ran after the woman, who was turning down the halls quickly. "Wait!" Brett called, tiring quickly. He leaned on his knees, huffing, out of breath. "Brett, I know, sweetie..." she said again, this time behind Brett. He whirled around, to see her disappear around the corner. He ran after her again, still breathing heavily but forcing his legs to go. By now, the nurses were being alerted about a rowdy patient. Brett ran after the woman as fast as his legs could take him, until he slipped on the newly waxed floors. A large man came up behind Brett as he tried to get up, failing as the man grabbed Brett by as arms, hauling him up. Brett fought his grip, lurching forward as tears gathered in his eyes. "Let me go!" Brett screamed, seeing the woman peek around the corner, watching him. He reached out, begging for her to help him, but she disappeared. Brett wiped his face, whispering, "Mom...?".

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Brett looked over. He had to lie, and quickly. "Druid is just... someone I made up..." Brett said, thinking of how insane he must sound. A confused, troubled look passed over his father's face, but he nodded. Later, he went to grab Brett and himself some food. Brett laid comfortably in the bed, trying to sleep as his fangs dug into his lip again. Blood seeped from the two, small puncture wounds and Brett smiled, the crimson liquid flowing in small drips into his throat. "Druid..." Brett thought, almost begging for a reply. "Yes?" the voice in his head said, and Brett smiled widely. "Please, come see me... I'm in the hospital." Brett said, watching the window. "Yes, I would figure so. All that pain you put me through." Brett heard a small laugh. "Sorry..." Brett apologized, looking back up at the ceiling. "So, what d'you need, kiddo?" Druid asked, and Brett sighed deeply. "My dad almost knew who you were... Now he thinks I'm insane." He heard Druid laugh. "Oh, but you are! My little schizophrenic." he mocked and Brett rolled his eyes. "Just come get me or something... I'm dying here." Druid smirked, "I'll be there in a moment...". Brett curled up in the sheets, nuzzling his face into the pillow for warmth. His stomach growled, as the hunger pains starting returning extremely slowly, yet Brett felt full. He rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow under a cold hand tapped the back of his ruffled head. "Wake-y, wake-y, eggs and bake-y" Druid said, sitting in the visitor chair. "So, how are you feeling?" Druid asked, crossing his legs by placing his ankle over his knee. "I'm dying... Give me your arm." Brett said, grabbing Druid's arm quickly and sliding his aching fangs into Druid flesh, the warm blood quenching his thirst. "Whoa, calm down..." Druid warned, watching the boy smile with closed eyes as he drank. Brett ignored him, filling his stomach with blood to stop his hunger and pain. "Tahnku Yuah." Brett murmured, still feeding off the other vampire at full throttle. "Are you done yet?" Druid asked, smirking as he pulled his arm away slowly. "Not full, but better..." Brett said, licking his lips clean. Druid rubbed the two wounds, grinning. "So, you told your dad what about me? And how did he ask who I was?" Druid asked, crossing his arms tightly against his chest. "I err, kinda needed your help... a lot... and I was possibly screaming for you... maybe." Brett said, running his tongue over his fangs. Druid only laughed. The two talked for about twenty minutes, before Druid had to go as Brett's father approached. Brett and his father ate, and then left to go stay with Brett's stepmother in the patient housing. Brett slept for only an hour, before waking up slowly, unable to sleep and just staring at the ceiling. Listening to the coughing and groans of the other patients, Brett sighed. When was he going to get out of here...? "Brett? Are you awake, sweetie?" he heard a calm, female voice say. But not his stepmother's voice. Brett jerked his head to the door, seeing a flash of blonde hair. He gasped, leaping from the bed, tearing the I.V out painfully. He ran after the woman, who was turning down the halls quickly. "Wait!" Brett called, tiring quickly. He leaned on his knees, huffing, out of breath. "Brett, I know, sweetie..." she said again, this time behind Brett. He whirled around, to see her disappear around the corner. He ran after her again, still breathing heavily but forcing his legs to go. By now, the nurses were being alerted about a rowdy patient. Brett ran after the woman as fast as his legs could take him, until he slipped on the newly waxed floors. A large man came up behind Brett as he tried to get up, failing as the man grabbed Brett by as arms, hauling him up. Brett fought his grip, lurching forward as tears gathered in his eyes. "Let me go!" Brett screamed, seeing the woman peek around the corner, watching him. He reached out, begging for her to help him, but she disappeared. Brett wiped his face, whispering, "Mom...?".