Below are various fiction pieces I post from time to time.
Every now and then I get in the mood for some extra Lysandra and Edward time so here is today's wanderings.
This scene would be in Trespassing. SPOILERS. Before Lysandra comes out of her coma but after her and Brendan have been kidnapped.
I blame Tumblr for this.
It was the end of a long day. Entertaining foreign investors always was. Esben had walked out of the office in his jacket like he was going out for the evening. Upon entering the garage he found the alcove where no cameras could see and he took out his portal card.
Walking through the glowing disk if light he found himself in the quiet of the library at his main residence. He looked at his watch. It was later than usual and he was hungry but first to the task at hand. He went downstairs. He cut across the entertainment room in front Nolin and L'heilh as they watched a movie. He could feel their eyes following him, but he did not look at them.
He entered his access code to hidden door and disappeared into the secret hallway, the door closed behind him blocking out the movie. All he could hear now was the steady beep of a heart monitor. Esben stopped at the door to Lysandra's room and watched her sleep. She looked the same as she did this morning. His eyes searched the room. “How is she today?”
As if on command, Qur'ag came to life and started moving around the room. “I spent several hours stimulating neurons and synapses. I believe there has been progress. I think she is dreaming again.”
Esben removed his coat and came into the room. “Excellent.” He tried to say with as little emotion as possible. He slung the coat over the footboard of the bed and went to Lysandra's side. Her breaths were deep and steady, another good sign. With care he touched the top of her hand. No response. Taking it into his own he lifted her arm and sat in the groove of her hip.
“Good evening, Miss Stephens. It is good to see you are doing well.” There were few times in his life when he felt foolish and all of them were when he was around this woman. Talking to her inert body made him uncomfortable but Qur'ag insisted she could hear him. He massaged her hand mostly out of idleness, unsure of what he should say.
He leaned closer to her and brushed wisps of hair out of her face. Her skin had regained a healthy hue. Admiring the lines of her face he noticed her eyelids moving as her eyes moved beneath them. “Are her brain waves cycling normally?”
After few moments, Qur'ag answered from across the room. “Yes. All her vitals are within normal parameters.”
Esben sat up. “Then why is she still unconscious?”
Qur'ag shook his head. “I can only surmise that her mind is still healing.”
Esben nodded secretly hoping there was no permanent damage. It had never been his intention to hurt her. Based on their few interactions, he suspected he would enjoy her company. Under different circumstances they could have been allies. He mused on how things would have turned out if she had been at that campsite the day the meteor crashed.
The beeping of the heart monitor quickened. Esben looked at Lysandra, her eyes fluttered. Gripping her hand tighter he leaned close to her, his cheek almost touching hers. “I’m here, Lysandra. You’re not alone Miss Carlisle. Come back to us.” He pulled away enough to see her eyes. Her hand tightened around his but she did not wake. He gently stroked her cheek. “Miss Carlisle, I know you can hear me. I’d love to have you upstairs for dinner. I’ll have the cook make your favorite food if you’ll just tell me what it is.”
“Mangos.” Qur’ag said from across the room.
“Really?” Esben looked at the robot.
“Mangos and Lipton noodle soup.”
Esben looked back at Lysandra, “What an odd combination.”
“Disgusting.” Qur’ag muttered. It was the only positive adjective he applied to any human.
Esben drew close to her again. “All the mangos and noodle soup you want, but you have to wake up.”
Lysandra’s grip on him relaxed and the heart monitor slowed. He knew Qur’ag had been right about her hearing him, but now he had proof and that made him feel a little less foolish than before. If only they had the means to see what the sleeping person saw, but the realm of dreams was cut off from them. As soon as an Elbie entered the mind all dreams ceased. At best they could only recall fragments.
Lysandra’s heart rate returned to normal. The fact that she was having any reactions at all meant recovery. Relieved, Esben got up from the bed, rested her hand where he had found it. Bending forward he kissed her on the forehead before grabbing his coat. “If anything changes you know where I’ll be.”
He left the robot to its work and walked out. The door opened to the entertainment room. The movie still played. “Everything alright, gov’ner?” Nolin called at him as he crossed in front of the screen.
“Things are progressing well.” Esben responded without stopping.
“Glad to hear it, chief.” Nolin yelled after him as he ascended the stairs.
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