Page 35 of This Blood that Bonds Us
“Someone attacked us. A person bit us. Call the police. Tell someone,” I said, channeling my inner Leonardo DiCaprio. I was going for an anguished Romeo inRomeo and Juliet. Classic. Specifically, the scene where Leonardo DiCaprio cries in the field. I’d gotten a lot of fake crying practice while being the youngest. Zach used to pinch me to help me channel it to gain Mom’s sympathy.
“Where are my friends? Are they okay?” I added a lip quiver for some extra pizzazz.
“They’re in good hands. Try not to move.” Mom soothed me with a hand on the back while she talked back and forth with the nurses. “I think this one is delirious.”
They led me to a bed, pulling me in different directions.
“You have to call someone,” I said again. “He’s out there.”
Mom was off talking to the nurses and hopefully ensuring the police report was made.
The room was oddly slow and dim. My vamp vision was dull, and I couldn’t move like I wanted to. Even small things like opening and closing my hands felt too slow. All that power leached from me minute by minute. Though, my wrist wound was almost completely healed. I didn’t train like Zach and Luke had, but I thought it was cool and had asked to. They outright refused to let me battle it out in my own blood.
Now I couldn’t stop thinking about how they did it.
Every drop of blood on the tile felt like losing power, and I needed power if I would find my older brothers. I needed it all. And feeling it leave me made me angry again. And cold. Alone.
I guessed I wasn’t as high of a priority because I was talking, but there were two nurses with me.
“Heart rate is . . . normal, but blood pressure is low. Oxygen is . . .”
An elderly woman looked up at me with wide eyes. “Something is wrong. The machine isn’t working.”
Gasps came from the next room over. We would need a distraction if we were going to get out.
“Ah!” I grabbed at my side. That gained Mom’s attention from outside. She was on the phone with someone.
The nurses’ mouths fell as they panned over my wounds. They were trying to hook me up to more machines, but my skin was hardening.
“This is—”
“There he is! He’s right there!” I pointed to the hallway and pushed my voice to the brink of hysteria. “Help!”
“I don’t see anyone.”
“He’s here! You don’t see him? He’s there staring at me.”
It was better for them to think I was hallucinating or on drugs. It would be easier to explain what came after. Those nearest, reeled around to gawk at the other end of the hospital hallway, and I popped up out of bed.
“Wait! Sir!”
I sped across the room, not nearly fast enough. One of the nurses almost caught my arm. The hospital wasn’t that big. So there wasn’t a lot of space to maneuver in. I crouched behind some equipment before they could find me.
“I’ve never seen anything like this!” someone exclaimed from the other room.
That was my cue. I found something large that didn’t look too important or expensive and sent it careening into the wall with a large thud.
“What was that?”
“What is going on right now?”
As their attention dispersed, I weaseled into Kimberly’s room and motioned to her to follow me. Only, there were still doctors in there, watching in horror as Kimberly seemingly resurrected off the table.
“Where’s Aaron?” she whispered in our hurried fleeing for the door. People were watching, yelling, and exclaiming things I didn’t care to listen to.
“Oh, god. I’m so sorry.” Aaron’s anxious voice came from the hall.
“There he is.”
