Twilight broke. This was the time where all the creatures of the night awoken from their slumbers. To face the night, to do their nighty routines. Whatever they may be.
Vulcan sat in his bed, quietly. The male in the bed next to bed had fallen asleep asleep a few hours ago. There was another male in the bed next to him, but Vulcan never saw his face because he always had it covered with his blanket.
As Vulcan sat there on his bed, he looked up at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he had enough of just sitting there. Sitting there like a manikin. Doing nothing for several hours. So he laid down on his back, his arms parallel to each other over his waist.
Vulcan had no idea the male next to him was facing him. He had his right arm over his face. His hair had covered his face so Vulcan never saw him looking at him. He was watching Vulcan. He watched Vulcan close his eyes. It seemed like the male was searching for something... but what was it?
Suddenly Vulcan opened his eyes and he quickly looked in the male's direction. The male quickly shut his eyes, acting as if he were sleeping.
Vulcan knew he had eyes on him. He had a bad feeling. He wondered why the male was watching him.
A large group of male nurses came into the room. Each of them heading over to everybody's, stopping to stand in front of them as if they were standing guard or something.
A man, who seemed to be the head male nurse, stepped into the room. "All right, all of you! Time for bed! Nighty night, sleep tight. don't let the bedbugs put their foot up your ass for staying up late... not that we have any. This place is cleaner than the Human's Ward."
Immediately, everybody hurried to their bed and their blankets over themselves. It seemed some were terrified of the nurses.
The male in the bed next to Vulcan turned over. As he did, Vulcan caught his eyes staring at him once again. The male pulled his own blanket over himself. The other male seemed like he had been sleeping longer than him. He didn't seem to move at all ever since Vulcan came to this room.
The head nurse waited for everyone to get in bed, before leaving the room. He closed the door behind him and the lights went out. The only thing that lit up the dark room was the moon that shinned through the windows near the ceiling.
The rest of the nurses stayed, not moving from their posts. It seemed they were actually standing guard. Were they protecting the adolescents? Or were they just there to... harm them if they got out of bed.
Vulcan was tired from the day. He wanted to sleep at that moment. Though, he knew sleeping wouldn't fix the situation he was in.
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After our first meal of the day, everybody in the room was taken to a room where we had something called called Group Therapy. Vulcan didn't understand what that was, he never had that sort of thing back in the Estate/Empire.
30 teens were divided up into 3 groups. 10 of them in each room. The male who always slept in the bed next to mine was always behind Vulcan. He always hid his face with his hair, though it wasn't a problem with Vulcan. Vulcan, however, did the same. The boy who slept in the bed next to the male wasn't with the group. He was always on ICU. From what I heard, he was being defiant and aggressive towards the nurses.
A therapist came into the room to talk to the group, asking what they were there for. It seemed so they were mattered not to the therapist. Vulcan never really listened to what the man was telling the group. The male next to Vulcan seemed to have more of his attention on him than anybody else in the room.
The group therapy lasted for an hour. After it was over and done with, the group was taken to a gymnasium. The nurses around them tried to get the group to play basketball, but they choose to sit around and do nothing.
Vulcan sat back in a chair, staying silent. A few times he looked up and around. He waited for the thirty minutes to be up. He was bored, but all he wanted to do was go back to his bed. He was nervous to be around people he didn't know.
The male who had his attention on Vulcan was sitting about 7 inches from him. This time he wasn't watching him. His hair covering his eyes like always. He had his right hand over is mouth and his left wrapped around his waist. He had his leg propped over his knee. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Vulcan looked up and around again, silently. He wasn't going to bother communicating with and of the teens there. Not for awhile, he supposed.
Vulcan turned his head to look at the male near him. For some odd reason, he looked closer to him than he did before he had seated in that chair. Vulcan didn't question it and silently looked forward. He wondered about it, though it may have been his imagination.
Vulcan suddenly heard something scrape against the floor next to him. Vulcan looked in the direction it came from, opening his mouth to say something. The sound of metal scraping up against a polished limestone floor had hurt his ears. Vulcan flinched at the sound.
There was another scraping sound. Then that's when he knew... the boy was scooting closer to him.
Vulcan looked at the male. It didn't matter to him if he knew Vulcan had finally saw him moving closer. Now the male was right next to Vulcan. Vulcan became even more nervous than he had been since the group therapy.
Vulcan looked at the boy with an expression of wonder. The male looked back him, finally. He kept his position. They locked eyes for only a moment before the male's eyes trailed down to his neck.
Vulcan didn't like that. He almost became startled.
Then he spoke, "Why are you not wearing a neck brace?" This sounded more like a statement than a question. His voice sounded kind, but at the same time it sounded strict.
Vulcan hesitated to answer.
He stared at him, waiting.
"I..." Vulcan began, "They..."
He continued to stare.
"They... I... I have human- I was born part human... so they thought my human side would be able to restrain my p-powers... and abilities..."
"That's stupid." He said, becoming serious. He took his hand from his face and placed it against his other arm. "They shouldn't had done that. You could lash out anytime."
"...Lash... out?" Vulcan wondered. Vulcan sounded stupid to himself by asking that question.
"Have you not lashed out before?" The male softly asked.
Vulcan looked down, looking sad, "A few times..."
The male nodded, "Then at some point and time you might lash out again. I can see you have a lot of triggers."
Vulcan was surprised to heard that from him. How did he know? Vulcan opened his mouth to ask, but he was cut off by one of the male nurses calling to the group, "Line up! It's time to go back to the Unit!"
Vulcan looked at the male next him with a look of sadness and annoyance on his face.
The male stood up from his chair, crossing his arms. "Come on," He said, "Don't want to get thrashed."
"W-what?" Vulcan shuddered, looking up at him.
The male looked back, smiling a little, "I was kidding."
"Oh..." Vulcan looked down, relief on his face.
"By the way..." He began, offering his hand, "My name's Miffie." He pointed at his neck brace. He didn't have to say his SVA's nickname; Rapacaib. "Miffie Morningstar. What's yours?"
"Vulcan." Vulcan said, "My name's Vulcan. My nickname here is Sen."
Miffie, or in this case, Rapacaib, smiled at me sand said, "Well then, Sen. Let's be friend."
Vulcan gently smiled back. He stood up and shook the boy's hand. He walked to the line of teens by the gymnasium's doors with Miffie. Once in line, he heard Miffie whisper to him. Not only he heard it though.
"What was that?" The nurse up front snapped, glaring at Miffie, "Was that a smartass statement?"
Everybody turned their attention on Miffie.
"No..." Miffie calmly replied. He didn't want to attract attention to him himself. "We're just... missing my brother. The one who's on isolation."
The nurse turned away, pushing the door open. The group followed the four nurses out into the hallway. The nurse who snapped at Miffie gave Vulcan a sharp glance.
What the hell? Vulcan wondered what was the point of the glance. Did Vulcan do something wrong? Vulcan was confused. Miffie didn't see it. He wasn't paying attention to the nurse.
Once the group returned to the first room in the second hallway on the unit, Miffie headed to his brother's bed. He raised his right leg up and stomped his foot against his brother's back. His brother was facing down. Vulcan was surprised he hadn't hurt him with the that much force.
"Would you get up already and stop being like that?! You're with me, that's better than nothing!"
Vulcan heard a mumble from Miffie's brother, but he couldn't quite make out what he said.
That night, Vulcan had woken up from a nightmare. He had them every night. Some more mild, like he was running from some or trying to get to someone. He knew whatever was chasing him was bad, but he didn't exactly know what it was. Others were of losing somebody or something, or getting hurt. Sometimes they appeared to be worse than than they actually appeared.
Sometimes they seem too real and he usually felt everything that he was doing or what somebody was doing to him. Sometimes his nightmares repeated with things the same or something was different. Fragments of what happened to him after his 12th birthday. Maybe his mind or something wanted him to remember. Vulcan blocked out most of it, but slowly he remembered.
Sometimes Vulcan was scared to sleep.
He was crying and hyperventilating when he awoke. He pulled his blanket over his head, trying his bed to cry silently. He sat up, pulling knees against his chest. He hugged his legs and closed his eyes. He tried to control his breathing. He didn't like crying in front of people.
Miffie was awake, but Vulcan didn't know. He laid there, listening to Vulcan.
It startled Vulcan when Miffie pulled the blankets off his legs and stood up. Vulcan kept his eyes, though. Miffie walked around his bed to look down at me through the darkness. He stood there for a moment before sitting down on my bed. He faced me, "Hey." He whispered. His voice was calm, "What's wrong?"
Vulcan opened his eyes, looking up at the male. He wanted to speak, but if he did, his voice would have gotten loud. Vulcan didn't want that.
Miffie didn't wait for an answer. He pulled his legs onto the bed and moved closer to Vulcan. "Is it something bad?"
Vulcan only nodded.
"A wound? A nightmare? What is it?"
"A nightmare." Vulcan managed to whisper. He raised his head and in an instant, Miffie's eyes widened in horror. Vulcan's eyes looked lifeless and his skin looked almost white as a ghost. Vulcan had looked like that before, but it was worse now.
Miffie knew what was wrong. He could smell it in Vulcan's scent, "Your starving yourself."
"I drank blood once, I don't want to do it again."
"But you have to, don't you? You will die if you don't." He reported with wordiness.
"I was told, by the one who... who blooded me, that half vampires don't need blood all the time."
"But you need it now. You can't wait any longer."
"I can wait as long as I want." Vulcan said eerily.
"No." He softly snapped, "I will get a nurse for you." He started to get up.
Vulcan shook his head, "No." He quickly grabbed the male's sleeve.
Miffie sharply looked back at him.
Vulcan chuckled at himself, "Yeah... I'm..." He began, "I'm a weak piece of shit who can't hunt for himself."