(Soren's perspective)
In truth I am not sure whether Serena will wake up at all. Her body is weak, so weak, and so incredibly fragile that any minor ailment, any inconvenience, even another drop of blood lost could send her spiralling into a permanent blackness that no amount of desperate searching could retrieve her from. Heavily, I breathe out a sigh, bringing my hand to my forehead to steady the pounding of my head. I can't lose her. Not now. Not ever. There has to be a way to save her- there must be.
I struggle to maintain composure against the lurching sob that rises in my throat, cradling her in my hands as I pick her up and carry her to my room. She feels incredibly fragile, as though one slip might send her crumbling into dust, the thought of which is enough to send my gorge rising. Fancy a vampire caring about a mortal, or caring at all for that matter. Maybe she is right after all, maybe I am not so much of a monster as I make myself out to be.
