Derek POV:
The room fills with an unnatural silence, as press my palms on the cut on Alessia's side. She looks pale, her breathes now shallow and uneven, each one a knife twisting my gut. Her blood stains my hands and clothes - a stark reminder of my failure to protect her.
The attendants burst into the room, their faces pale as they take in the scene. I snarl, snapping them out of their hesitations.
"Get clean towels, hot water, anything that can stop this bleeding - now!" My voice, which now sound almost like a roar, is raw, demanding, and barely human. They scatter, obeying without question.
I kneel beside the bed, still applying pressure to her wound. I can hear Mason growling in the back of my mind, his desperation mirroring my own.
The door slams open again, and Darren stumbles
