Jeremy’s eyes bulged as he stared at Damon like he had betrayed him. Damon let go of the chave de fenda and fixated his eyes on the blood.
“What?” he said 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 you 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 said anxious.
Damon finally came back to reality. “What happened?” he said agitated, looking at Jeremy. “Did I do that?”
Alaric didn’t answer.
“I didn’t mean to” Damon said nervous. “I didn’t want this”
Without looking up Alaric replied with trembling voice: “What does it matter you didn’t mean to or wanted to? You 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 said 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.