The new pet

Christian would be tended to by her own personal medical team that she had gathered, Shimon picked him merely out of money. She would spare no expense to help him, she forgot the curse and only thought how to accommodate him. 

Light powder blue pajamas were given to him to wear, the bed was huge so she could lay beside the reluctant vampire. No big medical equipment was needed, he eventually warmed up, his body stopped shaking. 

His mouth agape in restful sleep, she remembered the other day she took away his wheelchair as her men beat him. 

"I am sorry about the other day…" She whispered. 

Stroking the top of his head, feathering out the tips of his hair. One arm is out to his side as an IV is fed into his arm. She does her best to make sure for once he is rested, unclear were these sudden emotions are spinning from. She allowed it for today. 

"He is fully stabilized now, he should be fine." The boy stated.