Stitches and fangs

So... my life seems very normal. I just wash dishes and drink tea, chat with Bee and hunt once every night. But nothing big, just a small sip.

Bee took me to her doctor. She said she couldn't stand seeing my hands like this anymore, and told me I was very irresponsible to neglect my body like this. I tried to explain, that I didn't have a doctor, and she rolled her eyes, called her own and explained the matter.
Bee's doctor is a nice lady. She looked my hands over and said I needed to get stitches, and that I had some infection. She also told me it was good that I had listened to Bee. It could have ended up really bad.
So the lady gave me local anesthetics. Nothing wild, just so my hands wouldn't hurt too badly.
I was, kind of, fascinated with the curved needle, as it's point disappeared into my skin, only to emerge shortly after. It only took her some ten minutes... maybe less. She glued the smaller cuts together.
I'm amazed that you can glue people back together. Like when Bee dropped her cup, and glued back the handle with superglue. I mentioned the event, and both Bee and the doctor laughed. Not a mean laugh, mind you, but a warm laughter. Made me laugh too. I haven't laughed before. At least, I don't think so. It was strange, like something bubbling inside me, welling up, escaping my mouth. Bee smiled at me... I think I looked a bit surprised.

Bee keeps calling me trendy. She noticed my canine teeth, and asked if I’d gotten them fixed in Germany. I pretended not to have heard the question clearly. She repeated the question and added "Yeah, I once read an article about a girl who was into the gothic scene, and that she had gotten her fangs made at a dentist’s in Germany, specializing in vampire fangs. Did you go to Germany for those?" She pointed at my mouth.
I only hesitated for a second "Yes. That's right; I got them made in Germany. You like them?"
"I'm too old for all these new trends. But yes, I think they suit you"
So... that's really my explanation from now on. That I'm into vampire roleplay. Bee didn't mention the bit about the roleplay, but I checked it out on the web, and it seems there's quite a big community(of a wide range of ages) out there that seems to enjoy, pretending to be a sort of creature of the night, someone who dies in the light of the sun, and needs blood to live. Sounds kinda like me, but my story is less romantic, I think. Plus... it's a bit silly to run around in evening dress all night.
They're even divided up into "clans" some "fighting" each other. Weird. But it's a good way to explain my teeth... now I only need to figure out a way to explain my hair.

Bee calls me a mad Beethoven too. I need to look into that.