Elena POV
He took one look at me and his face darkened as he found his answer, “it is.”
Cursing quietly, he walked faster, “how is this even possible? You were supposed to have it at eighteen.”
“Well,” I started, but he immediately cut in.
“Stop talking,” he growled, as he kicked open a door, and flipped on a light switch, “you need to save your strength.”
He laid me gently down on a chair and turned to leave the room.
I grabbed tightly onto the hem of his sleeve, barely able to see him through the heaviness that forced itself upon my eyelids, “don’t go.”
He slowly turned to me, his voice softening, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just want to get you suppressants.”
I remained silent and just looked at him, my grip tightening on his sleeve.
Lowering himself so we were at eye lev
