*Gwen's POV*
It took a while for me to come to again—my body was weak, depleted. I could barely feel anything. But I could hear, gradually, and when it all came into focus, I saw Darick's eyes, staring at me, brilliantly.
"Hit bit her! That fucker bit her! I'll kill him, dammit!"
Darick leaned over me and examined my wound. He was bleeding all over, and small droplets from his body spilled onto my chest.
I opened my mouth to speak, stopping Darick in his tracks.
But nothing came out. He waited, frantically, as I tried again. When I spoke, it came out gravelly, and sharp.
"I-I'm burning, Darick. My whole body feels l-like it's on fire. You have to get me to a h-hospital," I pleaded. I grabbed Darick's arm and placed all my focus on his eyes. "Please, don't let me die."
At this, D
