Damon POV
I can feel my ration slowly fading away, sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of insanity.
Two hours of waiting outside the ICU, without an update on Ry's condition, has thrown my mind into turmoil.
Second by second, the echoes of losing you resonate in my mind.
I've seen a few nurses come out of there, but none said anything. They would rush off and come back quickly with blood bags. I'm anxiously waiting here for any data about her condition.
Her blood still engulfs every inch of my skin...
I don't feel like dying or going frantic, so she's not dead.
I can only hope it remains like that...
"Damon."
"What?"
I answer rather coldly. I don't mean it like that, and I'm sure Jason understands, but the thought of my mate being there alone, possibly dying, it's driving me
