I puffed out my breath in exasperation, which hurt like hell.
I made a writing motion with my hand, and Bill searched the drawers until he found a notepad. Oddly enough, he had a pen. I wrote, "They'll let me out of the hospital tomorrow if my fever doesn't go high."
"Who'll take you home?" he asked. He was standing by the bed again, and looking down at me with stern disapproval, like a teacher whose best pupil happens to be chronically tardy.
"I'll get them to call Jason, or Charlsie Tooten," I wrote. If things had been different, I would have written Arlene's name automatically.
"I'll be there at dark," he said.
I looked up into his pale face, the clear whites of his eyes almost shining in the gloomy room.
"I'll heal you," he offered. "Let me give you some blood."
I remembered the way my hair had lightened, remembered that I was almost twice as strong as I'd ever been. I shook my head.
"Why not?" he said, as if he'd offered me a drink of water when I was thirsty and I'd said no. I thought maybe I'd hurt his feelings.
I took his hand and guided it to my mouth. I kissed the palm gently. I held the hand to my better cheek.
"People notice I am changing," I wrote, after a moment. "I notice I am changing."
He bowed his head for a moment, and then looked at me sadly.
"You know what happened?" I wrote.
"Bubba told me part of it," he said, and his face grew scary as he mentioned the half-witted vampire. "Sam told me the rest, and I went to the police department and read the police reports."
"Andy let you do that?" I scribbled.
"No one knew I was there," he said carelessly.
I tried to imagine that, and it gave me the creeps.
I gave him a disapproving look.
"Tell me what happened in New Orleans," I wrote. I was beginning to feel sleepy again.
"You will have to know a little about us," he said hesitantly.
"Woo woo, secret vampire stuff!!" I croaked.
It was his turn to give me disapproving.
"We're a little organized," he told me. "I was trying to think of ways to keep us safe from Eric." Involuntarily, I looked at the red flower arrangement.
"I knew if I were an official, like Eric, it would be much more difficult for him to interfere with my private life."
I looked encouraging, or at least I tried to.
"So I attended the regional meeting, and though I have never been involved in our politics, I ran for an office. And, through some concentrated lobbying, I won!"
This was absolutely amazing. Bill was a union rep? I wondered about the concentrated lobbying, too. Did that mean Bill had killed all the opposition? Or that he'd bought the voters a bottle of A positive apiece?
"What is your job?" I wrote slowly, imagining Bill sitting in a meeting. I tried to look proud, which seemed to be what Bill was looking for.
"I'm the Fifth Area investigator," he said. "I'll tell you what that means when you're home. I don't want to wear you out."
I nodded, beaming at him. I sure hoped he didn't take it into his head to ask me who all the flowers were from. I wondered if I had to write Eric a thank-you note. I wondered why my mind was going off on all these tangents. Must be the pain medication.
I gestured to Bill to draw close. He did, his face resting on the bed next to mine. "Don't kill Rene," I whispered.
He looked cold, colder, coldest.
"I may have already done the job. He's in intensive care. But even if he lives, there's been enough murder. Let the law do it. I don't want any more witchhunts coming after you. I want us to have peace." It was becoming very difficult to talk. I took his hand in both of mine, held it again to my least-bruised cheek. Suddenly, how much I had missed him became a solid lump lodged in my chest, and I held out my arms. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, and leaning toward me, he carefully, carefully, slid his arms under me and pulled me up to him, a fraction of an inch at a time, to give me time to tell him if it hurt.
"I won't kill him," Bill said finally, into my ear.
"Sweetheart," I breathed, knowing his sharp hearing could pick it up. "I missed you." I heard his quick sigh, and his arms tightened a little, his hands began their gentle stroking down my back. "I wonder how quickly you can heal," he said, "without my help?"
"Oh, I'll try to hurry," I whispered. "I'll bet I surprise the doctor as it is."
A collie trotted down the corridor, looked in the open door, said, "Rowwf," and trotted away. Astonished, Bill turned to glance out into the corridor. Oh, yeah, it was the full moon, tonight - I could see it out of the window. I could see something else, too. A white face appeared out of the blackness and floated between me and the moon. It was a handsome face, framed by long golden hair. Eric the Vampire grinned at me and gradually disappeared from my view. He was flying.
"Soon we'll be back to normal," Bill said, laying me down gently so he could switch out the light in the bathroom. He glowed in the dark.
"Right," I whispered. "Yeah. Back to normal."