AN: Thanks to DreamOfTheEndless and SweetLovinCullen for pre-reading. Thanks to babylopez2008 for beta-ing.

When I make it back to her side, I notice she still hasn't moved. I'd really believe she was dead if it wasn't for the racing of her heart.

Why hasn't she moved? Why isn't she screaming?

I can't smell the morphine in her system anymore. She must be able to feel the pain caused by my venom. Just thinking about it brings back bad memories of my own change. It was excruciating, as if I was burning from the inside out.

Not being able to read her mind is torture. I could at least get a sense of how she was doing.

I put her belongings down by the door and walk over to her side, crouching down like I did earlier. Maybe if I really concentrated, I'd hear something.

But after an hour or so of staying in the same position, focusing as hard as possible, there's still nothing.

I don't like it.