~ Jerome Hill Trevor (Jem) ~
The next day I feel much better. Thanks for the pain killer Ellie gave last night. To make it easier for me to move, Ellie suggested I used a wheelchair. She tends to my every need: pushing my wheelchair when I want to take a bath, bringing my meal three times a day, and giving the blood bottle too.
We talk about many things. Somehow, I find many similarities with Ellie. In the afternoon, she replaces my bandage. Ellie works fast but gently.
“Ellie?”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” I ask.
Ellie stares at me. “Should I?”
I say nothing, only take a deep breath. “Since I’m a monster? I didn’t tell you clearly the last time, but your blood scent was so good. I almost couldn’t hold myself not to bite and suck your blood.”
Ellie blushes. “But you didn’t
