Valentina
"I can't drink any more water or else I'll need to go to the bathroom," I said irritably as I sat in the chair Henry pulled over next to William's bed. His shirt had been removed, and gauze wrapped around several of his injuries. His pants were ripped up the sides as well, revealing even more damage. I'd just witnessed firsthand how quickly vampires could heal back in the abandoned factory building, so I knew he was in trouble by the fact that his wounds were still open.
"You better finish it, or I'm not going to let you do this," Chrissy said, forcing a bottle of water into my hands. "You are far from prepared to give blood." She turned to Henry, hands on her hips. "How is she going to do it, anyway? Clearly he's in no shape to sit up and bite her."
Henry shook his head while
