Jeremy’s eyes bulged as he stared at Damon like he had betrayed him. Damon let go of the bisibisi and fixated his eyes on the blood.
“What?” he alisema confused. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and he crawled backwards.
Upstairs Alaric was finally liberated from the invisible force and he raced downstairs to the kitchen. His face went pale when he saw Jeremy lying on the ground, bathing in blood. He saw Damon, sitting in a corner, his expression shocked and confused.
“What have wewe done?!” Alaric yelled, paying no attention to Damon’s wounds. He ran to Jeremy, ducked and pressed his wound. “Jeremy! Come on, buddy, stay with me” he alisema anxious.
Damon finally came back to reality. “What happened?” he alisema agitated, looking at Jeremy. “Did I do that?”
Alaric didn’t answer.
“I didn’t mean to” Damon alisema nervous. “I didn’t want this”
Without looking up Alaric replied with trembling voice: “What does it matter wewe didn’t mean to au wanted to? wewe still did it!”
“I…I can give him my blood” Damon offered. “He will heal”
“No, I think you’ve done enough already” Alaric said.
“Ric…”
“Get out!” Alaric alisema shaking.
“Ric, please…”
“Get the hell out!” Alaric shouted.
Damon scribbled up and staggered out of the house.
Alaric lifted Jeremy in his arms and brought him to his car, driving him to the hospital.