*TW: Blood, needles, physical altercation, graphic descriptions.
Leeson
He had just started the second round of compressions, hoping that she’d taken enough of his blood to make the turn, when the van suddenly came to a grinding stop, forcing him to stall a moment as he tried to keep standing.
Next thing, he was dragged backwards out of the van and his mother leaped in with an agility he had never seen, checking her eyes and skin, listening quietly when the machine clearly stated that his mate was slowly dying.
He fought against the hands holding him back, trying to get back to his mate, but a second pair of hands joined the first when he roared his anguish at being kept from his mate when she needed him. He needed to save her!
Suddenly, his mother turned around with a syringe and a m
