I immediately killed the fire, but he was severely burned already.
Panick was choking me as I ran towards him.
He was not moving and didn't know if he was dead or alive.
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
Acting on pure adrenaline, I lifted him and dragged/carried him out of the room and into the library that was closest. Pushing the books out of the way with one of my feet and dragging him onto the couch.
I was mentally kicking my ass for not locking the door... for doing something this stupid and dangerous. For hurting Damien, when he was nothing but kind to me.
Yes, he had his motives for it, but still... he gave me more then my own f*****g family did.
With a frustrated growl, I lowered him to the sofa.
The smell of burned skin was making me sick, but I had no time for that now... I have to
