"Definitely not English." Bishop looked down on the girl's serene face.
Aidan paused. "No. It wasn't."
But he'd understood her. Something in him had known the words Leeloo spoke to be Beautiful and Perfect. It should have been enough to shake him out of his single minded stupor, to wake him up to what he was doing. Both the fact that he knew this language that she spoke and it wasn't familiar to him, and the very act of what he was doing. Yet it didn't.
With the IV line for the saline in place, and the drip turned up as high as it could safely go, Aidan began to focus on the other side of his task. He attached a butterfly to one of the empty bags and went around to the other side of the table. Easily, due to both his time as a nurse and his time as a vampire, Aidan found Leeloo's vein in the crook of her arm and tapped it. The blood immediately entered the thin clear line and began to fill the bag, which he dropped onto the floor. He began another. This time, he found the vein in her foot, following the same procedure. Then the other foot. He didn't stop. Aidan found the femoral artery on both legs, then the ulnar on each wrist.
Spurned on by madness and the insane draw of his new need, Aidan continued despite knowing the dangerous path he was on. Medically, this was highly unsound. Too much blood was being pulled out of her at once. His one measly bag of saline was going to do nothing to keep her alive.
But alive was not on his agenda at the moment.
As soon as a bag filled, Aidan replaced it with another, putting the full ones into the backpack he'd shrugged out of and left on the floor. He was working automatically now. Robotically attending to Leeloo as one would a milk cow.