Immediately, Damon hunched over and groaned, the small empty syringe toppling to the floor with a clink. It was ignored, however, as I quickly rushed over to look at Damon, unsure whether I should even hold him or not.
Goddess. We did not think this through properly. What if he truly successfully shifted? This room might not be able to accommodate a fully-grown werewolf!
"Damon!" I called out, panic quickly seeping through my chest. Perhaps Blaise would feel it and he would come rushing over. I needed the help, that was for sure― I was completely at a loss for what to do. "Should I get Nicole? I should get―"
"No!" Damon barked, immediately cutting me off.
He hissed in pain, clutching his side as he huddled into a tight ball. I had never seen him react so visibly to pain before― he always had a higher tolerance, and even when it hurt, his reaction would be very dulled out compared to this.
