Alaric’s pov
The hospital room was dead silent when I stepped inside with a tray of food I had gotten for her, a nurse following closely behind. My gaze locked instantly on Karla, who lay crumpled on the floor. Her face was drained of color, and I immediately froze at the sight of blood trickling from a gash in her arm.
“Karla!” I screamed, dropping the tray and rushing over. My voice came out in a shrill as the nurse brushed past me with a first-aid kit and sank to the floor next to Karla. I carefully lifted Karla’s body off of the ground and dropped her back on the bed.
“She’s bleeding,” the nurse said, already unfolding bandages and soaking a washcloth in some kind of cleaner. “You have to help me keep her still.”
I nodded, cradling Karla against my chest as the nurse worked frantic
