262-Norman Is Always Irritated

Helanie:

"Emmet!" His name escaped my lips in a desperate plea. I was horrified by how he looked. His body was covered in blood, his shirt in his hand, and only his pants were intact.

He looked weak, breathing heavily and leaning against the doorframe.

I quickly glanced outside before grabbing his arm to pull him inside.

Once he was in, I laid him down on the bed and turned on the light to check on his wounds properly. He had left a blood trail when coming inside. That made me worried for him.

"No! Don't—" he groaned in pain, placing his hand over his eyes.

He seemed too sensitive to the light, but that might have been because he'd lost so much blood.

Scratches covered his body, and then I noticed something on his neck that terrified me.

It was a bite mark—a dark, deep wound.