The nurse had come and gone. She changed his catheter bag, and freshened him up. Tyler rested against the headboard, a mountain of pillows supporting his back, shoulders and head. His blond hair fanned the pillows behind him.
He looked around Andre's room, wondering when the other shoe was going to fall. He blamed himself completely for what had happened. Even if Andre said that Noir would have found some other way of kicking up dust for the Bohannon's, Tyler knew that he played into being used to create difficulties for Andre and his family.
Reaching over, he takes the glass of water from the nightstand. His hand shook as he brings the water up to his lips. It was dark outside, and the room was dimly lit.
The nurse had instructed him to sleep.
But he'd been sleeping for four days. He didn?t want to sleep. Water spilled on the comforter and Tyler sighed heavily. The glass was returned to the nightstand and Tyler's arms rested on the comforter as he looked up at the ceiling.
The doorknob turned, and Francisco entered the room with all the air of a wrathful God. He made his way to the seat Andre so often took up when he wasn't in the damned bed, and sat down upon it. His suit was pure black, as was every piece of clothing accompanying it, save the silver of the watch and on the rims of the sunglasses.
The dragon along the left side of his face seemed alive, writhing against the skin that held it captive within while his jaw worked for several long, interminable moments.
"So you let yourself get drugged, tied up, and made to watch Andre play out the first turn of the bastard's game, ah?" His voice was calm, casual, and frightening above all things else.
He withdrew a silver cigarette case, engraved with skulls and crowns, wings of angels and clouds from heaven.
He let it rest upon his thigh for the time being
When the door opened up and Frannie came into the room, Tyler sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
He looked around Andre's room, wondering when the other shoe was going to fall. He blamed himself completely for what had happened. Even if Andre said that Noir would have found some other way of kicking up dust for the Bohannon's, Tyler knew that he played into being used to create difficulties for Andre and his family.
Reaching over, he takes the glass of water from the nightstand. His hand shook as he brings the water up to his lips. It was dark outside, and the room was dimly lit.
The nurse had instructed him to sleep.
But he'd been sleeping for four days. He didn?t want to sleep. Water spilled on the comforter and Tyler sighed heavily. The glass was returned to the nightstand and Tyler's arms rested on the comforter as he looked up at the ceiling.
The doorknob turned, and Francisco entered the room with all the air of a wrathful God. He made his way to the seat Andre so often took up when he wasn't in the damned bed, and sat down upon it. His suit was pure black, as was every piece of clothing accompanying it, save the silver of the watch and on the rims of the sunglasses.
The dragon along the left side of his face seemed alive, writhing against the skin that held it captive within while his jaw worked for several long, interminable moments.
"So you let yourself get drugged, tied up, and made to watch Andre play out the first turn of the bastard's game, ah?" His voice was calm, casual, and frightening above all things else.
He withdrew a silver cigarette case, engraved with skulls and crowns, wings of angels and clouds from heaven.
He let it rest upon his thigh for the time being
When the door opened up and Frannie came into the room, Tyler sighed heavily and closed his eyes.