I wrench my eyes open, then, and look down at myself, at my legs – Blood – blood everywhere – Oh my god. I rip my eyes back to Cora’s face. “Cora,” I demand. “Cora, take it.” “Ella!” I hear his voice as I plead with my sister, hear it somewhere across the square, but I can’t look now – She’
Sinclair I roar as I stumble through the doors of the hospital, my bleeding mate clutched in my arms. Everyone in the emergency room freezes - doctors, nurses, patients. Everyone. The noise that comes from me is unending, a demand, a plea, a threat. I am halfway between states now – my eyes fill
The professionals murmur to each other as they work, speaking in a medical language I can’t comprehend. It's almost more than I can do to stand still, helpless. I have basic medic experience, of course, but I know that her life is in their hands, not mine. And it kills me to realize that, to stand h
3rd Person The hours pass slowly for Dominic Sinclair as he sits at his mate’s side in the post-surgical suite, willing her to live. Her hand is held tight within his and his eyes are trained on her face, watching her eyelashes flutter every minute or two. Her chest raises and lowers slowly, sha
Sinclair growls a little, irritated, but then does as his brother asks and turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a bright white light, her claspe
Sinclair The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions? “How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him. “The same,” I m
“Go,” I command, not looking at them. “I do this alone.” I hear them murmur something to each other and then slip from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a kiss to her precious forehead. “I’m coming to meet you, trouble
Sinclair I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place we’ve come so many time