Esme glanced down at the girl sadly. She her hand on her forehead to check her temprature thinking she was still alive. Her blood was no longer pumping. The girl was stone cold. Esme suddenly realised what had happended. I quickly put the whimpering girl on the sofa.
"Is she?" asked Esme.
"Yes" I replied nodding my head.
"I'd better get some pillows for her. You, you stay here with her" she said in monotone
She silently went upstairs not knowing whether she should be shocked, sad or happy. Esme came down in two seconds with not just pillows but cotton pads and bandages. She gave me some cotton pads and put the pillows under the girls head.
"Where did you find her?"
"On the way home she was lying on the road, screaming" I replied.
Some of the cuts on the girls skin began to heal slowly but the blood still remained.
"Esme, if you are feeling a bit, you know, about the blood I could put the bandages on her?"
"No. I'll help you. We need to get this poor girl better. I wont let you help her on your own" smiled Esme in determination.
"Good thing the kids aren't here huh?" I joked.
I don't think this joke helped Esme. Her smiled faded away as she began put the bandages around the girl. I could tell she was worried on how to tell the family. Once the girl was bandaged Esme carried her into the spare room where me and Esme stayed all night making sure the poor girl was fine and to be there when her transformation had been completed.
