Connor could feel the warmth in her hand, and he looked up as she gasped, wincing as her grip tightened, her finger nails digging into his injury, but he didn't complain as she let out a piercing scream, jerking. When she calmed down, Connor pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, and trying to help sooth her, but he felt hopeless. 

He held her close, trying to help keep her still as his blood worked through her, tears prickling at his eyes, wishing he could take the pain away, hating the fact that he was the reason for this.he shifted so they were on the middle of the bed, so neither of them would fall off. Her warmth seemed shocking to him, after her normal cold, and the flush of colour that only warmth could bring seemed strange but reassuring