As soon as Vail told her to lie still, his reassurance helped her to relax a little, and his soothing voice was comforting. She could still feel everything around her, hear everything around her. She waited for him to move away and return with a bandage. She gently raised a limp hand then it fell back down again weakly. She could feel him wrap something around her neck. She started to shiver from the cold again and the adrenaline spike caused her muscles to shake even more. 

As he picked her up, her weight was a lot lighter than she usually was. She had lost a lot of weight so suddenly from being bed ridden that her muscles had slightly withered. She was thin before but now she was even thinner, scarily so. She could feel his hand exert pressure upon her wound. She sharply inhaled as he touched her skin, it felt like it was on fire. But soon it settled down and she resumed a normal breathing rate. As she felt him sit beside her, she could feel his eyes upon her, as if she knew he was watching her. 

She knew he obviously cared for her, it reassured her that he was capable of feeling human emotions. This man was no monster. This man was her hero, her rescuer. Not only from Spencer but from the first vampire whom had attacked her in the alleyway a few weeks back ad hopefully from The Order and Wynters in the future. She smiled weakly as his hand touched her cheek and she was reminded that he did indeed care for her. Even with such strength within him, he could still be so soft and tender with her. She could hear his voice speak to her and ask how she was feeling, she could tell from his tone that he was concerned for her welfare. This warmed her heart further toward the vampire.

Victoria exhaled heavily and attempted to open her eyes, if only for a second to glimpse at him sat next to her, looking down at her with his soft expression. “Tired...” She managed to whisper. She used a hand to feel around for his arm. Once she found it, she gently rested her arm over it. As if she wanted him to cradle her and make her feel safe. “I’m sorry...” She exhaled slowly. Her breathing became harder as she exhausted what little energy she had on talking. She thought she could handle him drinking from her essence. She overestimated herself.