VALORIA WILDEROSE
This time, he remains unconscious, giving me the chance to drag him onto the bed. It takes twenty agonizing minutes to do it, leaving me out of breath.
I nurse him through his high fever, using cold, wet compresses on his burning skin, and try to tend to the wound.
But just as eerily as he had bled from that one spot, the wound seems to heal on its own, the pulsing veins fading into his flesh, leaving the same scar, but with red puffiness around it.
A few more minutes pass before he begins to stir in his unconscious state, groaning and moving, until his blue eyes pop open, scanning the world around him before settling on me.
"You're still here," he comments, as if expecting me to have been long gone by now—as if I have the choice to leave, even if I'm still partially spooked by everything I've seen tonight.
"I-It's not like I have anywh-where else to g-go. This is my room too."
His gaze shifts into an uncomfortable frown, watching me before he sits up slowly.
