His gaze holds mine for long enough, that I can see his eyes watering up. But in that moment, he turns towards my soaked back, reaching out to the top of my sweater. “Hold still,” he instructs me, his voice sounding strange. Like he isn’t even the one talking.
I grit my teeth together, trying to ignore the pain and force myself to stop shaking so much. In the next moment, I hear the sound of tearing, when Eros rips the fabric in half. A cold air travels to my bare skin, making the pain a bit more bearable.
“Don’t heal me,” I plead, making him look at me like I’m completely insane. In a way, I think I am. Who wouldn’t be after living through something like this?
“You’re losing too much blood, I can’t let your wounds open like this!” he declares, trying to make me see reason, but
