𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Instinctual.

"Fuck-..Fuck..Ow."

Soreness stung the blondes whole entire body, mostly his neck and arm. He had a beating headache..Perfect, just amazing.

He looked over at his arm, he saw the knife stuck in it. No wonder it hurt so bad..He pulled the knife out quickly, a low wince escaping from his lips as he bit his sleeve.

"The fuck happened last night?.."

After all, he didn't remember. He was blackout drunk. He wiped his eyes..He must've slept there. Luckily no one saw him, but he kinda wished someone did, maybe they'd save him.

He felt around his neck..A piercing sting immediately followed after. Then he felt two holes in his neck..Small ones, like it was pierced. He shuttered..Tears welding in his eyes from the intense amount of pain he was feeling.

He took out a walkie talkie from his pocket and spoke into it.

"S-Sarah-?..Can you hear me? I-I need your help..I'm in the alley way next to that fancy bar..I'm injured."

"Oh, shit. I'll be there right away. Stay put, don't move."

"Not like I have a choice."

Thatcher turned it off, clutching it in his fist. He was pissed, mostly in pain though. And he felt a little sad for himself. For letting this happen..And for not knowing who the fuck even did this..He must've been vulnerable. That's the only way they would've gotten him like this.

"And they ruined my fuckin suit! God damnit!"

Now he was even more pissed, though he felt helpless and weak..He hadn't felt that in ages. The feeling of helplessness ached his chest. He hated the sense that he couldn't do anything to help himself..And that he'd let someone nearly kill him. He knew it had to be a vampire, the pierces in his neck..Their teeth must've dug deep too..It felt sore..Way to sore. It needed to be treated.

He was glad he didn't turn into a vampire himself. He felt extremely lucky, though still in intense amounts of pain.

"Thatcher! Thatcher! Holy shit, are you okay?"

Sarah ran up to Thatcher, his ears were ringing a little but he could still hear her.

"It'll be okay, I'm gonna call the ambulance alright? Don't worry, I've got you."

Sarah took out her phone and called the ambulance, though she was sure to reassure Thatcher that everything was gonna be okay and that she had the situation under control.

The ambulance eventually came, the sirens made Thatchers ears ring more. But he felt them carry him out to a stretcher and put him in the truck..Sarah was there to, right next to him the whole entire time. Talking but he could barely hear her.

"Mmnnnhh..I feel like shit.."

"You're finally awake! God- You made me worry so fuckin much, Thatch. I-.."

Thatcher noticed that Sarah had been crying, and was about to cry again. Tears welding in her eyes just about ready to fall.

"Hey, hey..I'm fine..Don't worry, okay?"

To Thatchers surprise, Sarah fell into his arms sobbing quietly. The blonde hugged back.

"I-I didn't wanna lose someone else-.."

"It's okay, let it out, let it out.."

Sarah started to sob a little louder, hugging him a little tighter..

A few minutes later she finally let go and wiped her eyes and smiled at Thatcher. A really warm and caring smile you'd think you'd only see if you were Mark, or her parents.

"We can talk about it when you wanna talk about it, okay?"

"Alright..Thank you for finding me and calling the ambulance."

"Anytime, just-..Please..Be safe, okay?"

"I will..Don't worry."