28. Damon's Thoughts

She fits so perfectly in my arms. Her warmth against mine, her soft form pressed against my chest—it's like we were made to fit together. Despite our differences, we're a perfect match, and the thought of letting her go sends a shiver down my spine. I never want to lose her.

Ever.

After Bella passed out in my arms, I rushed us back to the boarding house. Her unconscious state only fueled my urgency to see her beautiful brown eyes again. As soon as we arrived, I carried her up the stairs and into my room, relieved that Stefan wasn't around to interfere. He was probably occupied with Elena, as usual.

Once Bella was lying on my bed, I assessed her injuries. They were extensive—her shoulder dislocated, both wrists shattered, her left leg twisted at odd angles, and a bite mark on her neck from Pearl's attack. I felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that Pearl was dead, but Bella needed medical attention, and hospitals were never my preferred option.

With a swift motion, I offered her my wrist, allowing her to drink my blood for healing. It left me weakened, but it was worth it to see her safe and on the path to recovery. I crawled into bed beside her, wrapping my body around hers, unwilling to let her go. Eventually, she stopped drinking, and exhaustion overtook me as I held her close.

And now, here we are.

Bella is finally awake, her eyes wide with panic as she takes in her surroundings. She hasn't realized yet that I changed her out of her blood-stained clothes and into one of my shirts. I can't help but anticipate her reaction when she does.

No matter how upset she may be with me, I'll never regret my actions.

She's safe now.

And that's all that matters.