Aidan turned and looked down. He supposed he should have expected as much. He'd drained quite a bit of blood from her and had ordered her to keep her eyes shut. He had given her commands without thinking, and it had resulted in the tangle of her upon the sidewalk.
"That wasn't English." Bishop noted.
Wasn't it? Aidan's head was swimming. He couldn't recall what language, but he was very sure somehow that she'd asked him what? So how was Bishop so sure that she hadn't been speaking in English?
"Crap. Sorry." he told the orange haired Leeloo, despite how ironic it was for him to apologize to her for causing her to fall, when he was planning to ...well, do what he was planning to do. Aidan bent and helped her sit a little, letting her weight rest on one arm, then he picked her up as if she were a sleeping child, cradling her. He was so desperate to get her to the hospital, his body already calling out for more of her blood despite the fact that it had been only moments since he'd last tasted her, that he was willing to bodily carry her himself.
Still he had not reined in the fangs, hadn't even thought about it. Aidan firmly held Leeloo to his chest and began to walk quickly. He could already see the hospital looming not far away. He imagined that all his focus on it had caused the City to bring it nearer.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this desperate." His Father said as he walked along beside the pair. "She must taste amazing."
"Like nothing I've ever had." Aidan admitted. He was too far gone to acknowledge the strangeness, the absurdity, the stupidity, any of it. Or to acknowledge that Leeloo could neither see nor hear Bishop. Instead, he let out a small giggle.