He pulled out the bandages and slowly started to wrap up my cuts. I just sat there in silence while watching. I was waiting for him to attack me and drink my blood. However, he wrapped it with such care and gentleness than surprised me. All I could was slowly blink as he worked on fixing me. He carefully finished with the bandages without a single bite or lick.
"Why?" That one word that is so hard to answer because there was no truest answer to say.
"I don't know, one moment I'm fine and then the next thing I know I was panicking over the school. Out of nowhere, I started to scratch without meaning to," then I had to ask, "your eyes are red but why aren't you attacking me? You normally bite when I'm not even injured, this must look like a free meal to you."
"I just had a blood bag, so I'm good for a few hours. The smell is driving me crazy, but I'm doing my best to stay in control," then he gave a smile that showed off his fangs, "unless you want me to."
