Victor’s tired eyes looked up to her and quietly took her wrist to his mouth. The first drop of blood that hit his tongue sent an explosive feeling through him and he continued to drink just enough so that he didn’t feel as if he was on death’s door. “Thank you, an’ yes, they will, I’ve yet t’ figure out a plan for that yet but they’re a ways out from finding me. If anything I’m sure of tha’.”
“You’re staying here.” The statement left no room for argument. “He will know where your house is. Can you walk now?” She pushed down on her knees and stood up. “Because you need a shower before you catch your death of cold.” Helios flicked an ear and licked a stray raindrop.
Not waiting for an answer, she went into the kitchen to bandage up her wrist.
Victor didn’t argue with Summer, knowing it was futile. “Yeah, I can walk,” he said mostly to himself since she had gone to the kitchen. He trudged up to the bathroom and started the shower. He stepped in and suddenly felt like his legs were going to give out on him so he slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower. Victor closed his eyes and just sat there with his head in his hands. Things were a mess and he needed to prepare but first he needed to sort himself out.
Rubbing at the edges of the bandage, Summer went into the bathroom. “You okay? I can’t — I’m not going — uuugh. If you need more blood, I don’t know how to handle that.” She pulled out a couple towels and set them on the counter, then hung a robe over the edge of the door. “I’ll — I — I still have some of your clothes. Here. I’ll just … go get those.”
How was she supposed to stay angry at him when he kept looking like that? Months he was gone, and then he shows up looking beat up and the world is after him. Leaning against the wall, she put her head in her hands, struggling to control her feelings.