Change

Worried

Blake's POV

I was driving into the school parking lot, shutting the car off. I could feel myself panicking and hoping that Rosemary had decided to wait for me in the clearing instead of going home after school. I couldn't keep her waiting. After tonight we would leave here and go somewhere. I don't know where we would go. But I would be sure that it would be somewhere better than here. I was running from the car, straight towards the woods. A growl was escaping as I stopped in the middle of the field, sniffing the air around. Her scent mixed in with blood was everywhere... another moan escaping me, recognizing Damien's scent. WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING WITH HER?

I ran into the woods trying to follow the scent, but the farther I went into the woods, the more her scent started to fade away. I came to a complete halt in the clearing, no sight of her or Damien, and punching a tree in front of me. What the hell!! sitting down in the opening, unsure what to do at this moment until I realized that her scent was nowhere in this clearing. "Use your brain, i***t! She isn't her. If you could tell that her scent was fading, the closer you got here. It should have been a clue that she was never her." Tyr said to me. I was growling at him inside my head. "I was distracted and worried. sue me." I stood back off and took off running out of the woods. I will explain later who Tyr is. I jumped back into my car and saw that I had a missed call from growling Damien again. It seems that he left me a voicemail. What did that bloodsucker want? Sighing softly, I listen to the voicemail as I  start the car."Blake, Rosemary is in the hospital." Without a second thought, I sped out of the school parking lot. What happened? Did mom hurt her again? Why is he with her? Shaking my head as I started to panic and worst-case scenarios running through my head. I was arriving at the hospital in such a short amount of time. I raced into the emergency room, straight to the nurse station. "My sister R-R-Rosemary, Where is she?" If there wasn't a mixture of chemicals, body fluids, other people scents, and meds.

I would be able to pinpoint her room. The nurse stared up at me with a questioning look on her face. "Where is Rosemary? "She's in room 124. "Thank you." I rushed to her room, swinging the door open, halting at the sight of her. Her beautiful hair was all tangled up, her face bruised and cut. I was afraid to find out what else injured or cute. She looked like a sleeping angel with wires on. I growled, seeing Damien sleeping with his head down on her bed, his hand holding hers. What does he think he's doing? I shut the door making a small thump as it closed. Damien waking up as he turned to face me, not letting go of her hand. I could see his eyes becoming red as he glared at me like he wanted to do something. Holding myself back from yanking him away from her, I calmly walked over and removed his hand from hers. "What the hell do you think that you are doing, Damien?" He hissed softly at me, standing up and walking towards me and standing my ground, not moving an inch the distance between us closing until we were at eye level. He spoke softly with anger in his voice. " How dare you let her get hurt? Since the day I met you. You haven't done anything to protect her. She always has some kind of bruise or cut on her. Why?" Damien was clenching his fist. He was right. I was unable to keep her safe, but I already had a plan for tonight. I would take her away from this place. I started Damien straight in his eyes, not answering him. "I'm staying by her side. You can go home now and leave the rest to me." I told him calmly, glancing behind him to Rosemary. "You seriously believe that I'm going to leave you alone with her after tonight? You can forget about it. I'm not leaving her side." I watched as he walked back and took the seat by her bed. As much as Damien was my best friend, I didn't like him getting close to Rosemary. Ever since he first met her, I didn't like the way that he would look at her. I didn't mean that Damien would look at her in the wrong way. But the look in his eyes it was like he was in love with her. He looked at her the same way I did. I hated that there was someone else that would look at her like that. I was jealous because I knew that she could fall for him and leave my side. She can look at him differently, see him as a man, while she only saw me as her older brother and nothing more. The thought of losing her to him hurt me. Shaking my head, I grabbed another chair and brought it to the other side of her bed, sitting down beside her. I reached my hand out and gently placed it on her head, feeling a pang in my heart as I saw the bruise on her head. I stroke her once beautiful hair gently. I enjoyed being able to brush her heart. Please wake up, Rosemary! I promise you that if you wake up, we can escape from this place. We can go somewhere else, someplace away from here. I know that I can make you happy once we leave this place behind. Please wake. I was laying my head down on her bed, slowly drifting off to sleep her hand in mine, hoping that she would awaken soon. Damien had drifted off to sleep as well.

Rosemary Pov

Ugh why can't I open my eyes at all, my whole body feels heavy, unable to move even a tiny bit. I could feel someone's warmth against me. Next thing I know, I feel movement but no noise at all. How weird is that. I hear someone shouting for help, and my body suddenly feels as if I'm floating. Too many voices mixed in, beeping in the background and doors shutting. Someone speaks to me their voice so familiar yet so far away. I once again feel their warmth again in my hand; their soft, warm breath feels like it's against my face. I don't think I want to open my eyes or this warmth will vanish. Why is it suddenly quiet, but the heat still lingers in my hand? Hello? I try to call out, but no sound comes out. I don't like this at all. I again hear the beeping. Maybe it's my alarm going off. Ugh, if it is, I don't want to get up at all. I hear two voices again, two very familiar voices, but I can't make out a single word they are saying. Someone's warmth is on my head, stroking my hair. Who are you? Why are you so gentle? I feel someone's no, I'm wrong. I feel the warmth on both sides of me. Why? What is going on?