Chapter Fifteen

Carlisle

Morgana needed blood, fast, but there wasn't enough blood left in her to take a sample without killing her. I had to chance human blood. I had a supply of blood group O that was the most likely to correspond with her antigens. I hope.

After making sure that Jasper had left the house, I fed the tube directly into her vein and released the blood. "Come on," I whispered, watching her vitals - that were as weak as they could be without her being dead. I moved around her, seeking out her wounds and bandaging them as quickly as I was able. The arrow wound was a problem; it had completely implaled her body, all of the way through her shoulder. I removed the make-shift bandage, and cleaned the injury, before dressing it and hoping for the best. I considered giving her venom, but I wasn't sure how that would react with her body either. She was completely new, and I had no idea of how to help her.

Twice, her heart failed completely, and I was forced to perform CPR, which may have helped pump the blood around her body, but there was very little improvement in the witch's vitals.

I must have stayed with her for hours, because the dawn turned to dusk and the sleepless began to grow wary. Her vitals had barely improved, but she was a fighter. She just wouldn't die. I had to smile at her resilience, but for now that's all she had. There was blood in her, but maybe her injuries had just been too great. I pulled back her eyelids, and for a moment I thought that her eyes had rolled back, until I saw the faded pupils. I clenched my teeth, until venom was released, but it wasn't a cure for her, it was merely stress.

"I bit her,"

Jasper's voice startled me from my concentration. I turned to look at him, "What did you say?"

"I bit her," He repeated, his eyes glazed. Within the golden depths, I saw the faintest hint of purple. Violet, to be exact.

"So the venom doesn't work," I said out loud, turning back to Morgana's body, "At least in the way it does with humans,"

Jasper moved forward, slowly, as if to give me time to excuse him if I needed to. But there was no point in doing that. I could see from the dead expression in his changed eyes that he had no interest in blood now. Hers least of all.

"Does she have a chance?" He asked, standing beside me,

"She has a small chance of survival, but her body has been put through so much..." I trailed off, knowing that he knew what I meant, before adding, "All we can do is wait."

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Sorry, short chapter but I couldn't exactly write much as Morgana :D And Jasper, well he just kind of ran around in the forest and knocked down some trees and killed some poor innocent deer and whatnot. Ya know, as stressed vampires do...

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