Blood and Devotion

VANESSA

The antiseptic smell of the hospital burned my nostrils as I paced outside, my phone clutched in my trembling hand. My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe. Fabian—my baby—was fighting for his life inside, and I was out here making the most difficult phone call of my life.

"Wesley," I said when he finally answered, my voice breaking. "It's Fabian. He's been attacked by a rogue. He's in critical condition."

The sharp intake of breath on the other end told me everything about Wesley's shock.

"What? How? Where are you?" The questions tumbled out frantically.

"We're at Silvermoon General. He needs a blood transfusion. The silver poisoning is—" I couldn't finish the sentence as tears choked me.

"I'm booking a flight right now. I'll be there as soon as possible." I heard frantic movement in the background. "Is he going to be okay? What are the doctors saying?"

I wiped away tears with the back of my hand. "They're hopeful. He's getting the blood he needs."