"It's not either of us, it's--"

Matias pulled the phone from his ear for a moment to listen to that stupid, annoying vampire talk again. Those two adjectives were justified in his mind, especially after what he just heard. He grit his teeth into a snarl.

"Sure, call her without saying her damn name. Real smart. Thank you."

He put the phone over his ear again.

"Anyway," he continued, "I can't really explain right now. Just get over here quick."

Once again, he pulled the phone away, noticing Midnight's condition getting critical.

"Put a cloth or something on that thing, damn it! She's bleeding out!"

He ran over to do just that, dropping his phone to grab a piece of gauze and stick it over the wound. He could feel a bit of the warm liquid running past his fingers and tinging them red. With his clean hand he grabbed another piece and stuck it over the same place.

"[i]Mierda[/i]..."