Levi
I wiped the blood from my face. I had lost control to the feral rage that Derek created. I had never lost control before. Not like this, but I can't say that I regret it. Derek hung from the rafters in the ceiling like a limp doll. The fluorescent lights flickered, giving the scenery a wicked and eerie atmosphere.
Blood dripped off of Dereks limbs in a slow and steady fashion. It was nearly audible as it hit the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was amazing he had any of the red liquid left in his body. Alex and Dominic stood off to the side as if this was an everyday view and nothing phased them. Diego was listening to Dereks chest with his stethoscope. There was an audible rattle and whistling sound as he inhaled each breath.
"Does he need another adrenaline shot?" I asked and Diego
