Jagari vaguely felt something hit his lips. Whatever it was trickled down the lips going into his mouth. Trickling through the crease and dripping its way further into his mouth. It wriggled its way down his throat and dispersed throughout his system. The next drop followed suit. His body seemingly absorbing the blood that was put over the cuts. His bodies psionic healing pulsating and replicating the blood. It would die before it managed to heal much but this replicated healing blood would heal some of the deeper wounds much quicker. The deep gash however would take some time to heal. His psionic healing couldn't do anything about that. Just take away the daggerish stinging caused by the air touching opened nerve endings. He could sense everything that was going on. He sensed someone else was there. He sensed when yet another aura joined the area. He could sense all the spirits looking on wondering if he would be joining them soon.<br/><br/>His heart was fluttering lightly as it tried to kick back up to normal. It was too soon for his body but the heartbeat though weak stayed steady. It was in a sense parasiting off his psionic energy that was trying to rebuild and her blood. It felt like forever that he was floating around in a black inky abyss. The shadows haunting but welcoming. He felt with each passing hour the shadows of his mind weakening. His body began to ripple as it starting regaining psionic energy. This psionic energy in turn depleted itself spawning off the blood and speeding up healing. The gash wound though was just being slowly stopped bleeding. It would take more than what her blood and his psionics could do to fix that...it would take time.<br/><br/>Slowly his breathing was less shallow even though his heart was still weakly pumping. For once he truly knew...why they felt he had a weak heart. Why they considered his heart murmurs making him have a weak heart. At the moment...he did. The heart murmurs were pulsatings and nothing like normal. They were almost nonexistant at the moment. A sliver of light broke through the darkness in his mind. It began to grow bigger and bigger. The darkness shrinking and shriveling away. Who knew how many hours had passed. Possibly close to eight. His breathing began to even out slowly and return to normal. His heart seemed to lurch rapidly then slow. Lurch rapidly then slow. Seeing as she was a vampire she most likely heard every movement of his heart. The heart murmurs wouldn't be there until he woke fully.<br/><br/>His heart began its normal strength heart pumping levels. Which she'd be able to notice wasn't as strong as most humans was. His breathing evened out completely. He winced and his eyes slowly opened. They were unfocused at first. The last tricklets of blood fell from his eyes revealing those beautiful eyes. His eyes were unique. A very unique shade of eye color. They were unfocused as he didn't look around. His mind racing to catch up to the current surroundings. Then they focused back in. His eyes blinked slowly. He had long butterfly lashes. He winced as he pushed to force himself up. Wincing and his hand shot to his side where the gash was. The movement of his broken arm and wrist tore a scream from him that blurred his vision. He blinked noticing he was bandaged.<br/><br/>He felt psionic energy enough to fix the wrist. He moved his hand and touched his wrist. Crying out in pain as the bones in it began fixing and meshing and moving back into place. What was most noticeable was the bright pinkish purple glow emitting from his hand and shooting into the wrist the half inch above it that it was. To look at his eyes they had taken on a pinkish lavender hue that glowed. He gritted his teeth after that and his head fell back. Hisses of pain leaving his lips before he panted. The glow going away. His eyes too returned to normal. He flexed his wrists and looked to his broken arm. Panting heavily. The stains had been cleaned from his face.<br/><br/>This time though the stress from the self healing added into everything else. He felt like he was having a heart attack but he wasn't. It was just a high powered heart murmur. His breathing was heavy for a moment and he just sat there. The blood tears started then. They didn't rim the eyes...just fell from them with each pulse of the heart murmur. One by one falling. Much quicker now than it usually did. As it began to slow he was able to sit up. The blood tears trickled slower and the droplets that had fallen from his face onto the blanket dried. He slowly regain control of himself. Shaking his head and winced.<br/><br/>He blinked as his senses picked up another. His gaze looked around and spotted the woman. His eyes slowly ceased crying tears of blood. His heart murmur had passed. He just stared in confusion and then let out a cry of surprise as he saw a very beautiful young woman in the chair. He yelped and jerked backwards. Thus crying out from the broken arm being jerked. He shook his head. Was this some sort of twilight zone? He settled down and started pinching his leg. "Ow! I am awake." he said. Blinking a bit and looked at the chair. So the beautiful woman in the chair was real? He looked down at the sheets. Then it registered that his mind just thought sheets. He looked around and was confused. "Huh? How did I get here? And...where is here?" He asked.<br/><br/>Looking over the the woman. "Hello?" He called out. Wiping away the blood tears from his face and the arm dragged across the blanket forgetting it was there. "oops..." He said. Rather hoping she didn't yell at him for that. He looked at her and smiled warmly. "Did you help me ma'am?" He asked with warmth and politeness. "Thank you." His cheeks flushed shyly as he looked away. "I probably w-would have d-died...if you hadn't." he said. As he woke fully he realized just HOW beautiful the woman was and it made him feel shy. His cheeks flushed a light pink color. She wasn't but in the corner and he had never been this close to a woman before. Most people avoided him unless they needed help with a ghost.