And Icarus Looked Straight Into The Sun As He Burned(Rewritten)

8 - The Words

Jordan awoke in a bit of a panic. Although her body refused to react in turn. All of her movements felt incredibly sluggish. She couldn't even remember when she got back to her room. She remembered being in the library with Bela, walking back to her room, and then she was here. Did something happen in between now and then? Did it have to do with why her body was so sore.

The angel attempted to sit herself up, and her body protested every step of the way. Every part of her felt so weak as she forced herself into a sitting position and leaned back against the headboard. She glanced over at the window and saw moonlight peaking through the curtain. So it was nighttime. Last time she was awake, it was the middle of the day. Something definitely must've happened between that time, but her memory was hazy.

In the middle of her musing, she heard the familiar sound of buzzing. She looked up, curious about who was going to appear in front of her. Yellow eyes stared back at her, and then red hair materialized, spilling from a dark hood. Daniela was already looking at her in pure concern and confusion, but she didn't understand why. The girl approached the side of the bed, and Jordan could only see her movements thanks to the light of the windows. She watched as Daniela slowly sniffed at the air before lowering her head again.

"Jordan...why are you bleeding? I smell blood. A-are you okay?" The vampire asked, her voice wavering slightly.

Jordan blinked in confusion. She was...bleeding? Since when was she bleeding? She felt incredibly weak, so maybe that had something to do with it? She didn't even realize that Daniela had reached up to touch her due to her senses being muffled. She couldn't tell if she was tired or delirious, but she simply didn't react when the redhead pulled at the blanket on her body before lifting the base of her shirt up. She did react when she felt the cold hand touch her stomach, which caused a familiar burning sensation. Her arm shot out and grabbed Daniela's wrist to keep it from getting any higher or lower.

"D-don't...please..." she whispered.

Daniela stared at her in confusion, but she slowly retracted her hand.

"Your stomach has a bunch of scratches on it, little mouse. They look like....ugh. I can't believe she did this again...Cass....I thought she said she was better now..." the woman murmured, clearly trying to keep herself from reaching out again.

The brunette girl blinked back in confusion and curiosity. She didn't know what Daniela meant by that. She hadn't seen the middle sister since the morning, so what did she mean by Cassandra doing this? Without thinking, Jordan reached out with her hand, not really focusing on where she was trying to reach. But Daniela grabbed her hand nonetheless and held it tight.

"You're....warm...." Jordan mumbled in her delirious state.

Daniela looked momentarily surprised by this. But soon, a thankful and loving smile appeared on her face. She slowly lifted their joined hands so that Jordan's was now pressed against her face. The action would've been adorable to her if she had been anymore cognizant. But as of right now, she couldn't think about a single thing. The only thing she felt was Daniela's oddly warm touch. That was probably normal.

"If you want...I can stay with you tonight. I'm a real good hugger. I can keep you safe and make sure...." Daniela paused. "...that you feel safe. I like it when you're comfortable. It makes me feel nice."

Jordan blinked at her with the same bleary eyes. In her mind, that really didn't sound bad right now. Her body was aching and her brain was fuzzy. She couldn't really think straight enough to know what she was doing. She slowly nodded, and watched as the vampire climbed into the bed next to her. Out of some unknown instinct, Jordan wrapped her arms around the woman, followed by her wings which encased them like a cocoon despite their awkward positioning. Daniela giggled happily as she shifted them both into a laying down position. Jordan buried her face in the woman neck, and the redhead held her close by the waist.