Who: Eddie and Elle (and Gwen?) What: Eddie made Elle feel and now there’s blood and an unconscious woman on the bed. It’s not good. When: Afternoon Where: The mansion and then the hospital Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 (WARNING: Mention of suicide and blood. You have been warned.)
He had to get to Elle. Something was wrong, something bad, something that he could feel in the pit of his stomach. Leaving Gwen behind, his legs carried him in long strides, down sun-lit corridors, passed a maid picking something up off the floor and a guard pacing back and forth with his cell phone to his ear. He hadn’t told Gwen what was wrong or where he was going. He didn’t need her worrying, but she would have had to see the look on his face when he rushed out the door. Distressed, confused, anxious; they were all emotions that were there, fluttering around inside of him like a trapped bird beating it’s wings against the bars.
He came to her suite and pulled open the door cautiously, like a man who was fumbling through a strange entrance in the dark. Instantly his senses were assaulted by the overwhelming odor of blood. It was fresh, spilled recently, and it belonged in the veins of the very woman who he had come in search of. Not wasting any more time standing around, Eddie darted to the door that led into her bedroom and let himself in without knocking.
His heart thumping wildly in his chest, he perched himself on the side of her bed and took her bloody wrist into his hand, pushed down on the wounds and felt the blood run down his skin.
“Elle? Why’d you do this?” It was the only thing he could think to ask as he took the cell out of his pocket and dialed. He didn’t know if she was awake. If she wasn’t he’d have to find some way to rouse her. He couldn’t have her passed out.