Damon's POV
Pain hits me like a freight train every time I try to open my eyes. My chest feels like someone used it for target practice, which isn't far from the truth. Blood loss makes everything fuzzy around the edges, but I can still hear voices floating around me.
"His breathing's getting worse," Sarah says somewhere to my left. "We need to keep him warm."
Kira's voice cuts through the fog. "Come on, Damon. Don't you dare die on me now."
Die? f**k that. I've got too much s**t to deal with before I check out.
I force my eyes open, and the first thing I see is Kira's face. She looks scared, which pisses me off. Nobody should make my mate scared.
"Hey," I whisper, my voice sounding like gravel. "You okay?"
Relief floods her features. "You stubborn bastard. I thought we lost you."
