Darius grows weaker by the second, the poison unrelenting and the open wounds all over him aggravating the situation.
I'm unable to do anything except hold him tightly and wish with all my heart that Malcom and Celine will find us before it's too late.
My eyes turn to his wounds, and I also wish Rosemary were here. I know for a fact that Darius would stand a better chance at fighting this was he not tackling these wounds to boot.
I feel his grip on me tighten, and likewise, I tighten my grip on him.
I rest on chin on his forehead, whilst feeling my heart burn.
"you can do this." I whisper to him, shutting my eyes and praying for the best.
I wish Rosemary was here.
As memories of her floods my head, I remember the numerous times he helped me.
Healed me, I always remembered what it felt like.
It felt like, a gentle chill invaded my wounds, which would…which would spread out across and within the wound, until the pain faded away and all that was left was an intoxicating bliss.
