Dorian was making his usual rounds at the hospital. It was in the middle of the night and all was quiet. The nurses were heading out and he could hear them chatting as they pulled out their jingly keys to get ready to head to their cars. He could hear all of them throughout the hospital. He held a clipboard that he was all too familiar with. Pacing down the empty halls in the dim lighting, he entered the room with the single patient. If he had been human, he would have sighed, but instead he just dropped his shoulders and gave a weary look of sadness. The beautiful, clean face of his Jane Doe lay in the bed, her eyes closed to the world. They had been for a while, and yet her heart was still working as her brain had lost itself. The hospital was debating whether or not to pull the plug on this mystery person. There was no way to know if it was what she wanted or if they should wait until her face was claimed to be known. Personally, Dorian wanted to keep her alive, but he knew that the brain would never spark on its own.

Just looking at her face showed him that she had mounds of potential to live again, but even then, he still couldn't help but fall in love with that same face. He saw it every day at the same check up time. If nothing was going on, he would pull up a chair and tell her stories. This sleeping woman knew more about him than anyone alive. She could be a murderous monster for all he knew, but seeing her peaceful face made him careless about that subject.

Slow, silent steps were taken to arrive to the side of her bed and he looked upon her with admiration and care, a small smile playing at his lips. Even with human skin, flawed without the need for makeup, he found hers beautiful. He brushed her hair back out of habit before pulling up his usual chair and taking a seat next to her bed. It could be creepy, but he was the one who took care of her in all aspects while she slept. Brushed her teeth and cleaned her. Being alive for so long, those little things that might be embarrassing to most, were nothing to him. He leaned in on his hands, his elbows resting on the bed as he looked at her. "You deserve a second chance. I can no longer see you like this." He made up his mind right then, though he had been battling with the decision for the longest time. Dorian never turned anyone without a good reason.

Leaning forward, his bottom being removed from the chair, he gazed at her still and beautiful face for one last time before moving the hair from her neck. He was as gentle as could be with her. His fingers barely caressing her skin as he pulled her head to the side slowly. His lips slid across the sensitive area of her skin before he hovered them over her jugular. Pulling back slightly so he could actually get some thrust into the bite, he lurched forward and sunk his teeth into her neck before quickly pulling away. Not many could refuse to suck the blood, but after years of teaching himself to ignore it, it was like nothing to him to just stay away from the blood. There were many reasons that he didn't like to turn people. One of them was the pain they were in from the venom of his bite.

Dorian covered his mouth in a feverish sadness as he watched her writhe in pain. He never could handle watching this, but he always made himself look. It showed him to not do it with every little sign of sickness and to only do it when severely needed. If he didn't watch, it wouldn't be painful for him as well. Her hand shot out and grasped his firmly and he squeezed back in attempts to comfort her, trying to hold her still as best he could without making her even more uncomfortable and pained. Her skin was warm, but he could feel it cool quickly as she changed. It was the saddest touch in the world.

She let out a cry of plea and he choked back a sob as he watched. She was moving by herself for the first time, but it wasn't what he wanted to see her feeling or doing. He wanted to see her smile and be completely happy, but there was no way of doing that successfully while she was in a coma. This seemed to be the only way to make her live again. She would be smiling soon, he hoped. Her body started to slow to a slight shiver and the look of pain on her face softened as the transformation completed itself. Her hand was almost as cold as his, though to him, she was still soft and warm.

Her eyes opened like they would have if you were just simply blinking. Dorian gazed into them as if he had known them his whole life. She looked around quickly before her eyes locked onto him. The look she gave was what he was used to, but it always hurt to be so ridiculed just from a glance. He looked away for a moment to compose himself before looking back at her. "You...were in a car accident. You've been in a coma for eighteen years now." He was so compelled to call her Jane though he knew that was probably not her real name. "I've turned you into a vampire so that you might live. They were going to take life support off of you if I didn't do this, I'm sorry. What's your name?" This was a lot to take in and he figured he wouldn't get the name at first, but it didn't hurt to ask. Dorian shifted in his seat, though he was physically comfortable and stared at her, waiting for some sort of reaction with intense wonder.

They way her eyes looked horrified made Dorian's throat want to skip, but he kept talking smoothly as he always did. Sometimes he wished that he were human for the most insignificant reasons. Like the fact that he could show more emotion that way and didn't seem like everything was completely fine all of the time. Her feared look quickly turned into shock and then anger, making him recoil only slightly. Dorian deserved the hateful glare, but he was still saddened and hurt. He only did what he thought was best for her.

He finished his few sentences and waited for a verbal reaction, which he knew was coming and it wouldn't be pleasant. He cringed in his mind as she started to speak out her anger, but his face remained calm. He averted his eyes out of shame, but quickly looked back to show that he wasn't about to bend and regret his decision. He would have done it again if he had to choose. Dorian pulled back, moving out of her way as she stood up. Of course she wouldn't be sitting still, but when she stood up, she faced him. A marble hand, like his, struck him across the face. His cheek fell to the side and his gelled hair fell out of place. Dorian stared at the floor for a moment before slowly returning his gaze to her as she sneered at him. "You weren't going to live at all. I gave you a new life because I knew you had potential to live after so many years have been taken away from you. Now you don't have to die without anyone coming to your funeral. We had no idea of your name or where you came from or what you're wishes were." He stated calmly, gazing at her with hopeful eyes.

Dorian kept his eyes on the back of her head, not even thinking about looking down. He had seen her body before, but she had been sleeping. He had more respect for her than that. "Emma..." He breathed before realizing his fault. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave here. I must tell you what you need to know before you go out into the real world." His gaze was serious and hard, though in his mind, he was only thinking about how much he wanted to comfort her and bend to her wishes.

Dorian lowered his eyes, ashamed. He suddenly felt regret, but he still would have done it again just to see her live in some way. It was over and done with and there was no turning back. He gazed back up with his ember eyes, trying to keep his chin up and look confident in his work. The crying got to him and he couldn't keep himself from showing his own frown. Vampires weren't heartless creatures unless they wanted to be. Each time he turned someone, he had trouble not crying or showing that he was quite emotional in some way. When she spoke of her previous wishes, Dorian couldn't help but choke back a whimper. "I-I'm sorry." He was only sorry that she felt this way and that it had to come to him turning her. He wished she would accept it, but they never did. It was always hard to see their faces.

He stared into her eyes as she pointed at him, his own seeking for forgiveness. "You're not a monster. I can teach you to become quite normal." He couldn't believe he was talking like he was a professor at a school given the extreme circumstances. Dorian wanted so much to wipe away her tears and try to comfort her, but it was he that made her feel this way. She was a newborn vampires and could easily throw him across the room. He tried follow her closely as if he were some sort of conscience. "You should hear what I have to say before you go off and do something you will regret. Trust me." He stopped and suddenly wished he didn't say the last bit. Of course she wouldn't trust him. But he didn't want anyone to die because he was to weak to stop her.

Dorian disobeyed her request and rushed out after her, his white doctors jacket swooping from behind him as he rushed to follow. "Emma. Please. Stay." He said, knowing full well she could hear no matter how far away she was in the hallway.