She sat and whimpered, as the pain raged through her small body. He sat with her holding her already pale hand. If he could he'd cry for all she has lost. She was so young and so sweet, he hated himself so much, but he couldn't see her die.
In an instance her eyes shot open, blood red. He flinched, hearing the low growl of the other. He was here; maybe he'd leave her be. Walking to the other side of the room, he stopped; looking at the small girl. "I'm so sorry Mary Alice." He turned and walked out.