Chapter 17 : Gwen’s Blood

*Gwen’s POV*

It took a while for me to come to again—my body was weak, depleted. I could barely feel anything. But I could hear, gradually, and when it all came into focus, I saw Darick’s eyes, staring at me, brilliantly.

"Hit bit her! That fucker bit her! I'll kill him, dammit!"

Darick leaned over me and examined my wound. He was bleeding all over, and small droplets from his body spilled onto my chest.

I opened my mouth to speak, stopping Darick in his tracks.

But nothing came out. He waited, frantically, as I tried again. When I spoke, it came out gravelly, and sharp.

"I-I'm burning, Darick. My whole body feels l-like it's on fire. You have to get me to a h-hospital,” I pleaded. I grabbed Darick's arm and placed all my focus on his eyes. "Please, don't let me die."

At this, Darick lifted me in his arms and raced to the cellar. Over his shoulder, I saw Viktor trailing close behind us. I had never been in the cellar, but I remember Isabella letting me know it was whe