Marriage of Darkness

”Of course, I love her, Tyler.” Evan said a little defensive. ”I just don't want to crowd her. Once Henry leaves, then I'll go up and check on her.” he promised.

”Why would I sign those papers, Henry?” Lysander asked. ”I know I should feel something for my wife but right now, everything just hurts too much for me to even remember my own name.” he explained. ”I will read this, I promise. I just need a moment.”

Henry nodded, satisfied with that answer though still concerned about both of them, and left the room.

Henry sighed as he came downstairs and flopped onto the couch. ”This sucks.” he muttered audibly.

Evan nodded at the sentiment and stood up to go see Betty.

”I really hope that notebook helps.” Henry commented somberly. ”Betty deserves better than what’s happening.”

“Don’t say that, babe. Please.” Henry begged. ”Come here.”

Evan quietly walked into the bedroom and knelt on the ground next to Betty.

Henry smiled softly and held her close, hoping to comfort her… and needing a bit as well.

Henry sat quietly, listening to both Tyler's heartbeat and their baby's.

Evan gently placed his hand on top of Betty's.

”How are you feeling?” Henry asked softly, placing a hand on her stomach.

Evan sighed, a little disappointed… not that he had been expecting much more of a reaction. He leaned forward slightly and kissed her forehead.

Henry looked up at her, a little more worried. ”Really? Uhh… Do we need to take you into see a doctor?” he asked nervously.

”Oh.” Henry nodded and relaxed just a little. ”Would you like me to get you some?” he offered, remembering the cooler of fresh blood bags in the basement.

Henry winced slightly at what that implied. ”I… I don't know how Betty would feel if we took some of her blood while she's unconscious.” he commented softly.

”How badly do you need some?” Henry asked, knowing he grabbed a couple of spare needles and knew how to draw blood normally…

”Ok.” he agreed, holding her gently. ”Just… Let me know if it gets too bad.”

Henry nodded, trusting her judgment on this, and followed her gaze.

Evan was sitting next to the bed, waiting patiently for any change in Betty's condition.

Meanwhile, Lysander had finally worked up the physical strength to open the notebook.

”I hope so.” Henry whispered, almost praying that he would.

Henry held her close and let her rest against his shoulder.