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AngelXx
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Due to Ethan's advanced injuries, it didn't look like he'd be making a return to Chicago anytime soon. How the hell would he tell his boss? Was there still a way to fetch his laptop so he could still write articles outside of the office? His only comfort at the moment was Ivy, and how mystical her village could end up being, Since he was a child he had always wanted to visit where she had grown up, and who the hell knew breaking his arm and having his grandparents' house raided by centaurs and vampires would do that?
Ethan glanced up at her slowly. "Is there any way I could contact him? Or get my laptop back, perhaps?"
"I'll have my brother fetch your things," she responded, before wringing out the rag and placing it back in the basin.
"Thank you," he murmured feebly, trying to adjust his position so it didn't apply pressure to the long gash against his left hip. Ethan supposed he was lucky to be alive, and if he hadn't managed to kill the vampire, there was a good chance he would have been a lifeless corpse by the time Ivy came around in the morning. The thought chilled him, in spite of the warmness of the bed, his eyes closing once more as he let out a soft sigh. "Thanks for everything, Ivy."
His gratitude was strong; after all, she didn't have to care for him. Ethan had left her, breaking a promise, and only returning because of a chore his father had assigned him to do. He still felt absolutely horrible about it, and would continue to until Ivy felt comfortable opening up to him again.
"Rest," she murmured before drawing a finger down his jaw and fluttering from the bed.
Ethan tried to do just that.
Ethan glanced up at her slowly. "Is there any way I could contact him? Or get my laptop back, perhaps?"
"I'll have my brother fetch your things," she responded, before wringing out the rag and placing it back in the basin.
"Thank you," he murmured feebly, trying to adjust his position so it didn't apply pressure to the long gash against his left hip. Ethan supposed he was lucky to be alive, and if he hadn't managed to kill the vampire, there was a good chance he would have been a lifeless corpse by the time Ivy came around in the morning. The thought chilled him, in spite of the warmness of the bed, his eyes closing once more as he let out a soft sigh. "Thanks for everything, Ivy."
His gratitude was strong; after all, she didn't have to care for him. Ethan had left her, breaking a promise, and only returning because of a chore his father had assigned him to do. He still felt absolutely horrible about it, and would continue to until Ivy felt comfortable opening up to him again.
"Rest," she murmured before drawing a finger down his jaw and fluttering from the bed.
Ethan tried to do just that.