Rating: G
Characters: Mick, Beth, Leni
A/N: From Fever, for the Monologue Challenge #157. Thank you PNWgal for the once over!

I Feel Better
“Mick, are you okay?”
“I feel better.”
I answer Leni’s question as she rushes into my arms, glad to see that I’m alive. Well, alive to her way of thinking. I glance over at Beth, sitting on the floor where she fell.
She looks down at her wrist, wrapped in a bloody towel and I wonder what she is thinking. When she offered me her blood I recoiled at the very idea. ‘Not yours! Not like this!’ I told her. I was sure it would be unbearable for me. But her stubbornness, and my vampire sense of self-preservation, prevailed.
I told her she would have to stop me; I didn’t think I would have the will power. And yet, once I tasted her blood I felt the connection between us. This was not just feeding for the sake of survival. This was something more. And I stopped when she merely whispered my name.
Then the awkwardness set in. As if sucking blood from someone’s wrist while sitting fully clothed in a bathtub full of ice water in No Star Motel wasn’t awkward enough. Neither of us said anything; she not really knowing what to say and me not fully in charge of myself yet. I needed a few minutes more for the blood to fully course throughout my starved body. I didn’t even close the bite marks or thank her. She stood up, grabbed a towel to wrap around her wrist and walked out to check on Leni, closing the door behind her for my privacy.
Now with Leni in my embrace Beth looks at me with a dazed stare. So much emotion roiling up inside of me and I can’t even say ‘thank you’ – not in front of Leni. All I can do is give her a small smile, and hope she understands how grateful I am.
The end.