The smell of death and recycled air was making my nose itch.
I felt like I was strolling through a horror movie. With all those long white halls, fluorescent lights, and that feeling of dread lingering upon my bones.
I think I was scared.
I don't know. Maybe because this will be the first potential I'm collecting from.
And from the things I've read about him...
I doubt the word 'hospitalized' meant a thing to him.
So now I'm standing before this big white door.
I could feel eyes on me from all directions.
I wanted to be a smartass and flip em the bird but I doubt that'd get me any closer to acquiring what I came for.
Though it would have done wonders for this behemoth I call my ego.
So instead I raise my fist and knock lightly on the door. Resisting the urge to simply kick the door in and use some witty one-liner like "Hellooooooooo Nurse!" or "I Hope You Brought Your Wallet, Cause The Rent In Hell Get's Paid In Advance!"
I push open the door to reveal my first potential in the hospital bed.
Exactly how I had envisioned him, though he had this smile pasted upon his face.
I watched him for a second...
He chuckles "I expected you to be... older."
My look changes to a glare.
"And I expected you to be taller." I retort (rather weak comeback I know...)
Another long moment follows.
"You going to just stand there?" He smirks.
Am I already screwing up here???? Fuck!
I walk to the bed and quickly look him over.
Now his arms are obviously not going to be a good source of blood right now... And I have to resist the throat...
I glance up at him.
I could swear he was holding back laughter.
I gently slide a syringe and a small switchblade from my jacket pocket.
"This is my favorite part..." Nathan says and I literally blush.
Now I lift up his shirt a tad, revealing his stomach and I then take my blade and slit his side.
I hear a slow intake of breath. And I smile a little as I then take the syringe and collect as much of the blood as I could, tracing the tip of the needle along the edges of the small wound.
After a few silent minutes, and the syringe could take no more, I cap it, and slide it back into my pocket, procuring a band aid from it's depths to take it's place.
I wipe the stray blood from the wound with my shirt then slap the band aid over it, proudly stepping back and surveying my work.
I felt euphoric.
Nathan just raises his eyebrow at what I had done.
His only response,
I smirk, "They accentuate the wound nicely."
He chuckles a little. "You are indeed different."
I smile inside, "Finally somebody notices my differences heh."
He laughs a little but then hits me with a serious curveball question,
"So what is this Construct you are always preaching about?"
My mind blanks and I found my upper lip quivering.
"It's something special. that will change everything." was my vague response.
He frowns a moment then nods.
"I wish you luck in your endeavors then, unless of course they are going to hurt me or the ones I care about, if that's the case I hope you fail miserably."
"Well doesn't that make me all warm and fuzzy inside." I giggle, my confidence returning little by little.
I then turn to leave.
"Heh, so soon?" He says and I stop a moment.
"I got what I came for, what else is there for me to stay for?" I reply, trying my best to keep a serious face.
"Hmm, okay then... goodbye." I nod and walk to the door.
As I reach for the doorknob... I stop and look back at him.
"Umm....... Thank you." I blurt out rather sheepishly and he smiles once more.
"No problem, just ask if you ever want more, I've always got some to spare." He chuckles and I then take my leave.
After I heard the door click shut, I finally did what I did NOT want him to see.
I fucking smiled.
Like.... REALLY smiled.
Like I haven't done in a very long time.
I've made progress, of course I made a total ass of myself, but I MADE PROGRESS!!!
I felt like I was on top of the world at that moment, odd seeing as it was just the first step and I had a million more ahead of me.
But I was proud.
I gently slid my hand into my pocket and felt the syringe that contained that oh so glorious blood.
And so I start to leave the hospital.
Oddly... as I started walking a hooded someone passed by me.
A normal occurrence...
But what wasn't normal was that........ I swear....
I saw my mother's face looking at me from under that hood.