Eric
Bennie was behaving off, Finn wasn’t fucking listening to any of my notes, and everything was going to shit.
He was puking again. Just as I’d assumed my regular post on the opposite roof, I’d seen him slapping his hand in front of his mouth and running to the bathroom like his ass was on fire.
It took every last ounce of my restraint not to march over there, throw him over my shoulder, and carry him to the closest urgent care, no matter the consequences.
He couldn’t go on like this. He could seriously hurt himself.
And why?
Because he was too stubborn to listen to me? I was just trying to help!
My eyes zeroed in as the door to his bathroom swung open and Finn emerged. He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, hisskin pale with a sickly green hue, as he was wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, spreading something bright red.
My stomach turned.
Blood.
He was wiping blood from his mouth.
Sure, I couldn’t smell it through the closed windows, but I was a vampire. I knew what blood looked like.
My stomach knotted with hunger, but anger and worry trumped my hunger a thousand times over.
Puking blood was not a good sign.
I needed to do something.
Did I call 911?
March over and kick in the door?
Oh, he was moving.
I narrowed my eyes as I watched him putting on his shoes. He left his apartment in a hurry, his phone clutched to his chest and stuffing his wallet into his pocket. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, even though it was mid-October and chilly outside. In the long run, this wouldn’t do, but seeing as he was panicking, I’d let it slide for now.
Hopefully, he was going straight to the ER.
And damned if I wouldn’t make sure he did.
Vampires were faster than humans, which meant I was already waiting a couple of feet away from his front door when he emerged. From up close, the smell of vomit laced with blood hit me square in the chest. My stomach clenched painfully in sympathy with him.
He wasn’t looking left or right; instead, Finn started hurrying down the sidewalk.
Was he seriously going to walk himself to the hospital?
Hello???? Ubers existed!
I let out a frustrated sigh and followed him, always making sure there were a couple of people and a few feet between us. Ididn’t want him to notice me, and I definitely didn’t want him to think I was following him.
Bennie would be pissed.
Well, more pissed off than he already was.
I’d told him I was just watching over Finn, not following him around, which yeah, had been accurate at the time, but things had changed. He was in immediate danger—a danger he’d created himself—and I definitely wouldn’t just stand by while Finn risked losing consciousness on the sidewalk.
Stubborn human.
