Blake paced the living room, his heart heavy with worry as he watched Nana tend to Rose. The rest of the group had rushed back to the cabin as soon as they heard about Rose's collapse, their faces etched with concern. Now they gathered around the couch where Rose lay, still pale and weak.
Nana, who had been taking nursing classes for the past two years, quickly took charge. She checked Rose's vitals and asked gentle questions about her symptoms. But even with her medical knowledge, Nana seemed puzzled by Rose's condition.
"It doesn't make sense," she murmured, shaking her head. "Rose is a vampire. She shouldn't be getting sick from doing simple chores around the house."
Reggie placed a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder. "Maybe it's just stress," he suggested. "Planning Celena's birthday, taking care of a toddler, keeping up with the house... It's a lot for anyone, even a vampire."
