In that moment it feels like everything is happening in slow motion. My vision jumps from blurry to almost too sharp, but one thing is always the same. The horrified expression on Eros's face.
His hands are pressuring on the wound on my stomach, but I don't feel any pain. Not really. It's like my body isn't connected to my mind.
"Talk to me. Don't close your eyes," he panics, almost making me cr*ck a smile. But I'm too weak to move any muscle. I'm only able to let out a silent grunt.
His eyes dart to my stomach. I can feel the warm liquid gushing out between his fingers, the pressure not really helping to stop the bleeding. Then his tongue slowly slips over his lower lip. Is he going to drink my blood?
He jumps back suddenly, letting out a desperate cry, his voice full of hurt. My eyes begin closing down. I don't think I'll be able to hold myself awake for much longer. It's so hard to focus.
"No!" I can hear Eros yelling out suddenly. I can barely see anything, but I can feel him by my side once again. He takes in a shaky breath, before pressing his hands onto my stomach once again. "I won't let you die," he whispers in a broken voice.
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