Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia was already awake and nuzzled against his cheek. "Shh, shh, it's okay, you're hurt but you're okay, don't move, you'll rip the stitches," she murmured. She pulled away and smiled at him, her eyes still red and her skin still pale like when she was vamped out. There was still a huge pool of blood where she had killed the prisoner.