His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 24

I felt something warm trickle down my neck and I raised a hand to feel something sticky. Drawing my hand back, my eyes widened at the red substance covering my fingers. I cupped the mark where I was bitten, feeling more liquid gush out at an alarming rate.

I could no longer feel my limbs and dark spots quickly clouded my vision before I fell unconscious and collapsed onto the floor.

I woke up feeling strange. I wasn't sure why I felt weird, I couldn't name what felt so out of place. Regardless, I woke up in a hospital room, relatively painless asides from my stiff body.

I carefully sat up, looking around the room for a clue as to why I was here. I heard murmuring outside my door before the handle turned and a figure stepped inside.

It was Aurelius who stepped inside, carrying a coffee cup. He didn't seem to notice me sitting up in the bed as he ran a hand through his inky hair and rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

He had a dark stubble on his face that looked days old and shadows under his eyes that were dark enough to look like bruises.

He finally looked up, his pale blue eyes wide as they made contact with my brown ones. He let out a whoosh or air before walking towards me.

"You're up," he stated.

"Why am I here? What happened?" I asked. My voice was a little rough.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. Obviously I didn't know why I was here otherwise I wouldn't be asking.

"Well," he swallowed, awkwardly taking the seat besides me. "After the meeting in the hall, some maids found you collapsing on the floor bleeding from your mark," I blinked as I digested his words, memories finally returning to me.

I remembered the sudden pain that erupted from my neck and the throbbing pulsing sensation as blood oozed out of the wound. The intensity of the pain and the blood was all so sudden.

"You lost a lot of blood. The doctors still don't know why your mark hadn't healed or why you were bleeding," My hand instinctively went to the side of my neck, surprised to find the skin there smooth and painless.

He watched the movement, his eyes glued to the spot on my neck my fingers brushed.

"Your mark, it's gone," I was surprised, needing to look for myself. Thankfully, there was a small mirror on the bedside table and true to his words, there was no mark on my neck. The skin was smooth and flawless, no sign of anyone ever having bitten me there.

I was relieved.

"I'm glad it doesn't hurt anymore," I muttered. He didn't respond.