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Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Louis' POV

June passed out below me. All I could do was stare at her. What the hell was going on?! She was just talking to me earlier, and now she's practically dead!

I immediately bent down next to her and felt her pulse. It was slow. I struggled to think of why this would happen. Then I realized: mushrooms! Didn't she say she was allergic to mushrooms?

I picked up the sauce can and read the ingredients. Sure enough, there were mushrooms in it. I cursed and threw the can away from me before I could get sick. I heard it shatter somewhere, but I didn't care.

I looked back at June. She looked so peaceful and young, with her eyes closed and strawberry blonde hair framing her face. She didn't look scared or worried when unconscious.

Why don't I just leave her? She'd die. That's what both of us wanted, wasn't it? And when she was dead, I could drink her blood and get rid of her like I did to all of my other victims. It would end my constant struggle to restrain myself from attacking her.

I nearly slapped myself. What are you saying, Louis?! This girl needs help! Your heart is dead, but you know she has feelings. And with that, I am not heartless.

I picked her up and I clenched my teeth together, trying not to let the fresh smell overwhelm me. I rushed out of my house.

I sped towards the city. June's head leaned against my chest, and I glanced down at her. Her lips were parted slightly, and a small breathing noise was coming out. That's good, right? Something told me it wasn't.

I stopped once I was inside the city, and I headed in the direction where the hospital was. At least, I was pretty sure I knew where I was going. People were everywhere, and I tried not to bare my fangs. I hadn't eaten yet, and only for one day, but already I was starving.

There it was! I quickened my pace a teensy bit, and burst through the doors. The secretary looked up in surprise. I didn't waste my breath.

"She needs help," I said breathlessly. "She's allergic to mushrooms and she ate some and I don't know what to do please help her!" My words all ran into one, but somehow she understood me.

She motioned for a few doctors to come nearer. One of them wheeled a stretcher. I reluctantly put June down in the most comfortable position possible, and they walked away. I never looked away until she was behind the doors.

"Are you feeling alright, sir?" the secretary asked me gently, and I glanced at her. It must be because of my pale complexion.

"I'm fine," I mumbled and sat down, looking down at the ground in case I had that redness in my eyes again.

Why did I care? Why did I care so much about June? Why was I hoping that she lived? It'd only increase my pain. And hers too. I should just kill her. But I wouldn't. I knew I wouldn't. But I didn't know why, and that's what frustrated me.

I settled back and relaxed in my chair. This was going to be hard, surrounded by so many warm bodies but not being allowed to drain them. More torture.

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June's POV

I woke up slowly, my vision blurring and my eyelids heavy. I wanted to sink back into unconsciousness, but I didn't.

I took in my surroundings. I was in a white hospital room, with doctors everywhere and taking notes on their clipboards.

Wait, what? Why was I here? Did Louis... help me?! Why? Why didn't he just kill me? Why was I thinking that? Where was he now? I suddenly felt the urge to see him, to make sure he wasn't hurting anyone else in this place.

"Ah, she's awake!" a male voice exclaimed, and I was surrounded by many people in white coats. They were making me feel claustrophobic.

"What's your name?" the same male voice asked.

I struggled to sit up, but spots danced in front of my eyes so I settled back.

"June," I replied. My lips didn't seem to want to move, so it was mumbled out. The doctors took more notes.

"Are you allergic to anything?" he asked kindly.

"Mushrooms."

"Who brought you here?"

"Louis." This time I forced myself to sit up.

"Do you know his last name?" he asked me.

No, I realized. No, I don't. What is his last name? Why does it matter to me?

"Where is he?" I asked, ignoring the question.

"He's out in the waiting area--" the doctor started to say but I cut him off.

"I need to see him," I said insistently. "Bring him to me." With my mumbled words and demanding tone I felt like Voldemort. Hopefully I didn't look like him.

"Miss June, you have to answer our questions first--" the doctor protested but I interrupted him again.

"No," I argued. "I have to see him. I'll answer your questions after."

They glanced at each other, before the leader finally sighed. "Fine," he conceded. "Go get him," he told a nurse and she nodded, walking out in a brisk manner.

I sat back and glared at the doctors that were still crowding around me. They ignored me.

A few moments later the nurse returned with Louis. I could tell he was restraining himself, and I stared at him challengingly. He caught me staring at him and he held my gaze. He scowled.

"Sit over there," I told him, ignoring the doctors. To my surprise, he didn't argue. He spun around and sat down where I could see him. He eyed me questioningly.

"What's your last name?" the doctor asked him. For a moment, Louis looked lost. I realized he might not remember.

"Um, Tomlinson," he muttered.

"Okay," the doctor said, more to himself, and quickly jot it down. He turned to me. "I think all of the poison is gone from your system, Miss June," he said. "You can go. But I recommend little physical activity." He gave me something. "And eat two of these per day," he continued. "It'll completely rid your system of your allergy."

I smiled slightly. "Thanks, doc," I thanked him quietly.

"You can leave when you like," he told me. They left the room.

I stood up and stretched, the hem of my hospital gown reaching upwards. My head swam for a moment, but when it steadied I bent down and picked up my clothes. Someone whistled, and my face flushed. I jumped up and shoved my hospital gown back down. Louis smirked at me, and I glared at him.

"You pervert!" I hissed, but my blush wouldn't go away.

"Relax," he replied smoothly. "I won't tell anyone what your ass looks like." I turned away from him.

"But it is a pretty nice ass," I swear I heard him mutter.

I whipped back around. "What did you say?" I demanded.

He held my glare. "Nothing," he replied.