“How is Wynter,” I ask, resting my hands on my waist.
“I’m still evaluating her, but it looks like she has some extensive injuries, appears to have a concussion, she’s lost consciousness, she’s not responsive.
This is fucking bad because we need to make sure she gets oxygen to the brain. And most likely, her lung is punctured because she’s having difficulty breathing caused by the cracked ribs, she has a gunshot, it’s possible she has internal injuries, and I need to make sure the baby is not under stress.
So let me do my job; time is of the essence,” Medic yells, moving around her, placing the oxygen on her, starting the IV.
I’m so fucking scared.
I need to save her, but my powers are low, and I pray that the little that I did heal will help to keep her alive, for now.
I stand back, crossing my arms, lowering my eyelids. I can’t fucking believe that Wynter came out of our room to look for me. I’m going to have a long talk with her; she can’t ignore it when we ask her to lockdown in our room.
Death walks over to stand by me, shaking his head.
“What the fuck happened to Wynter,” War yells, walking into the Medic, walking over to her.
“Wynter got injured in the fucking explosion,” I say, watching Medic.
“What the fuck was Wynter doing outside,” War asks, spreading his legs, fisting his hands.
“Bro, she doesn’t ever fucking want to listen. She even gaveme lip,” Death growls, shaking his head.
“Fuck! I’m going to need to talk to her after she gets well. Medic, keep me updated,” War growls, storming out of the room.
“Fuck,” I say, rubbing my neck watching Medic’s every move.
“I’m going to wait for your brothers,” Death says, cracking his neck.
“Bring them inside,” I say, nodding.
Death walks out of Medic’s room to wait on Kon and Vlad. I know that they have to be here already, but they wouldn’t just come into the clubhouse.
“I need to get some supplies,” Medic says, walking to the room where he has everything stored.
I take this moment to give Wynter some of my blood to fucking turn her despite my reservations, but I can’t risk it. I don’t know if our combined powers will be enough to heal the extent of injuries that she has and I’m not fucking risking it.
I move my wrist to my mouth; I use my incisors to tear open my vein placing my wrist over her mouth, watching the blood flow, just enough to turn her.
I feel like a fucking son of a bitch, taking away her mortally, her free will.
Will she hate me?
Fuck it.
I rather live with her hate than live without her and the baby. I can’t bear the thought of living an eternity without her.
I’m a fucking selfish bastard.
I watch my blood seep down her lips with fucking anguish, my heart pounds, my chest feels constricted making it hard to breathe. I can’t bear turning her, it breaks my heart to do so without talking it over with her. I pull my wrist away from her lips, licking my wound.
“Blood,” Vlad says, walking into the room looking around; Kon is right behind him.
They look at Wynter and then at me, raising their eyebrows.
“What do you need,” Kon asks, furrowing his forehead looking at Wynter.
I walk over to stand next to them to inform them of what happened. I talk in a low tone, so the bros don’t hear us.
