Beneath the Crimson

Valerie’s POV

“Dear Gods,” Veda gasped.

Dr. Lowell reached for her medical bag.

I moved quicker. Sliding off the bed, I rushed toward Darius. Using my medical knowledge, I checked him over looking for where the blood was coming from. Most of it was dried.

“Hey, hey,” he said. He caught me by the elbows, stopping my obsessive, panicked searching. Dipping his head, he forced me to look at him. “I’m