“What was it?” Meg asked sharp, forcing Cas to look at her by grabbing his shoulders. “What did Heather give you? If it’s something dangerous…You know medicine can kill you, don’t you? If Ты take too much of it”
Cas freed himself and turned around. “Yes, I know that. I am not stupid” he snapped, while he rubbed his fingers. “I don’t know what Heather gave me. All I know is that the pain is gone and isn’t that exactly what we wanted?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave the кухня when Cas gripped her arm.
“No, wait” he сказал(-а) quickly. “There was a syringe. She injected me with something”
“With what?” Meg asked, getting angry now. She hated Cas for being so secretive to her.
“I don’t know!” Cas exclaimed. He hated Meg for not believing him. Right after that he grabbed his head and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Meg frowned.
“The pain. It’s back” Cas explained moaning. He looked up at Meg. “You have to call Heather and tell her to come as soon as possible”
Meg stared at Cas for a full minute, then slowly shook her head. “No” she replied softly and she staggered backwards. “I am not calling Heather. Not until I know what the hell she gave you” she ended, sounding a little terrified.
“What?” Cas said. “You can’t do this. I’m dying here. Ты have to call her”
Meg shook her head again, heavy this time. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her кошелек and keys on her way to the front door and rushed outside.
Cas tried to open the door, but found it locked. “Meg! Open the door! Open the door now!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out of here! Meg, when Ты come back, I swear I will kill you!” he yelled, as he kept banging the door.
Cas freed himself and turned around. “Yes, I know that. I am not stupid” he snapped, while he rubbed his fingers. “I don’t know what Heather gave me. All I know is that the pain is gone and isn’t that exactly what we wanted?”
“Well, if Ты don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave the кухня when Cas gripped her arm.
“No, wait” he сказал(-а) quickly. “There was a syringe. She injected me with something”
“With what?” Meg asked, getting angry now. She hated Cas for being so secretive to her.
“I don’t know!” Cas exclaimed. He hated Meg for not believing him. Right after that he grabbed his head and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Meg frowned.
“The pain. It’s back” Cas explained moaning. He looked up at Meg. “You have to call Heather and tell her to come as soon as possible”
Meg stared at Cas for a full minute, then slowly shook her head. “No” she replied softly and she staggered backwards. “I am not calling Heather. Not until I know what the hell she gave you” she ended, sounding a little terrified.
“What?” Cas said. “You can’t do this. I’m dying here. Ты have to call her”
Meg shook her head again, heavy this time. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her кошелек and keys on her way to the front door and rushed outside.
Cas tried to open the door, but found it locked. “Meg! Open the door! Open the door now!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out of here! Meg, when Ты come back, I swear I will kill you!” he yelled, as he kept banging the door.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did Ты get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did Ты get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.