~~Claire~~
The world stops for a few seconds.
I stare at the blood dripping down Damon’s thigh and then at Shantelle, whose hands now cover her mouth in shock. The knife is still buried in Damon's leg, just above the knee, and the dark red stain spreading beneath it is growing fast, too fast.
Damon sways slightly, gripping the wound with his hand, his expression still displaying shock.
For a second, nobody moves.
Then, as if the floodgates burst open, my body kicks into action. I drop to my knees beside him, hands fumbling at his leg. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Damon.”
“Don’t panic, love. It’s just a stab wound.”
“Just a stab wound? There’s a… There's a knife in your leg. Oh, my god.”
I yank my shirt off in one swift motion.
Damon stares at my chest and groans. “Like I haven't los
