Thorn’s POV:
I wiped all the blood from Rose and carefully undressed her. Finn was howling in my head, we were both filled with sorrow. I wasn’t sure if Rose would survive through the night but I was almost sure the baby would not. The wound was just too deep. I sat next to her bed praying to every and any god I could think off. She just had to survive, we would grief the loss of our child and maybe later we could try again. I sat with my head in my hands, I felt lost, she just needed to be fine, I couldn’t lose Rose. I needed her.
I noticed the first rays of the sun as it shone into the bedroom. I looked over to where Rose was still lying, she had been deathly quite since I had injected her with my blood. I heard the knock on the door.
“Go away”
“You need to eat something
