Even after a "sleep" of apparently more than a few days, the vampire still felt slightly lethargic. He'd stayed in his bed, frozen beneath the paltry sheets provided to him, back facing the rest of his room. He hadn't touched the dinner given to him, nor felt inclined to pretend to digest some of it. Truth be told, he was worried what this flaming bus incident would be about.
Well, that and the hundred other little worries constantly on his mind.
The only thing to ease some discourse in his mind was the fact that the items he had found during his last waking night had found themselves in his room, snugly shoved into a corner of the closet, still in a garbage bag. The supplies were paltry, but still more than a flashlight he didn't require and a pipe that was probably about as brittle as a twig.
Yet Edward hated to procrastinate. The blood issue was still up in the air, ready to be solved. The problem was... well, there were too many to count. But it could wait, at least. For the moment.
So, armed with a lightbulb, duct tape, and a flashlight (who knows when such basic tools could be handy?) and a crack of both knuckles, he was off to the room who's path he had already memorized.
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Well, that and the hundred other little worries constantly on his mind.
The only thing to ease some discourse in his mind was the fact that the items he had found during his last waking night had found themselves in his room, snugly shoved into a corner of the closet, still in a garbage bag. The supplies were paltry, but still more than a flashlight he didn't require and a pipe that was probably about as brittle as a twig.
Yet Edward hated to procrastinate. The blood issue was still up in the air, ready to be solved. The problem was... well, there were too many to count. But it could wait, at least. For the moment.
So, armed with a lightbulb, duct tape, and a flashlight (who knows when such basic tools could be handy?) and a crack of both knuckles, he was off to the room who's path he had already memorized.