Damien woke up briefly with the sunrise but with sweat dripping all over his body and extremely thirsty.
His skin was burning up with a throbbing headache developing beneath his temples.
He got up from his bed but he felt so weak. His whole body was aching and it felt like someone had pierced his chest with an arrow.
He nearly made it to the door until he was throwing up all over the floors of his bedroom.
Before he knew what was happening, he was confined to his bed; the heavy blanket that laid on top of him, did a feeble job of keeping his body from trembling.
Damien must have drifted to sleep, for the soft
whisper around him pulled him out of his slumber.
"Damien, it's me." The voice said. He arched his brows. The voice was so familiar but he couldn't remember who it was.
She came close then, vanilla immediately filled his nostrils. A small smile settled on his lips at the realization of who it was; Beatrix . Something cold
