Jeremy’s eyes bulged as he stared at Damon like he had betrayed him. Damon let go of the cái vặn vít, tuốc nơ vít and fixated his eyes on the blood.
“What?” he đã đưa ý kiến confused. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and he crawled backwards.
Upstairs Alaric was finally liberated from the invisible force and he raced downstairs to the kitchen. His face went pale when he saw Jeremy lying on the ground, bathing in blood. He saw Damon, sitting in a corner, his expression shocked and confused.
“What have bạn done?!” Alaric yelled, paying no attention to Damon’s wounds. He ran to Jeremy, ducked and pressed his wound. “Jeremy! Come on, buddy, stay with me” he đã đưa ý kiến anxious.
Damon finally came back to reality. “What happened?” he đã đưa ý kiến agitated, looking at Jeremy. “Did I do that?”
Alaric didn’t answer.
“I didn’t mean to” Damon đã đưa ý kiến nervous. “I didn’t want this”
Without looking up Alaric replied with trembling voice: “What does it matter bạn didn’t mean to hoặc wanted to? bạn still did it!”
“I…I can give him my blood” Damon offered. “He will heal”
“No, I think you’ve done enough already” Alaric said.
“Ric…”
“Get out!” Alaric đã đưa ý kiến shaking.
“Ric, please…”
“Get the hell out!” Alaric shouted.
Damon scribbled up and staggered out of the house.
Alaric lifted Jeremy in his arms and brought him to his car, driving him to the hospital.