The woman looks to be in her late twenties her green eyes stark against the freckled skin of her face that run sparsely down her neck and over her collar bones. Her hands are soft and cold as they come down at the skin above the waistline of my shirt. I think she's going to pull my shirt up like Ryder did and I let out a sound of complaint not wanting to be exposed in front of her. The sound is ignored by her as a ripping noise fills the room. A deep growl follows the cool breeze that washes over my body now that my shirt has been ripped from my body and thrown somewhere else across the room. The growl comes from Ryder and for a second I find myself confused by the animalistic sound. Till I'm reminded of what he is and that I somehow managed to forget in the first place. He's still the same as when I first meet him. The way he talks to me, the way he looks at me the way his touch makes me feel hasn't changed there's just more of him that confuses me about the way I feel. "If you can't control yourself, I'll have you removed." The women growls out in a soft voice. As her cold hands move over my stomach I add up that she must be the doctor especially when I feel something clamped onto my finger that starts a beeping noise above my head. The space around the bed is now surrounded with medical equipment and most of them have sharp attachments that I hope don't end up in my skin. Instinctually as I hear her words I grip at Ryder's hand as tight as I can, it is so weak that he could easily slip it back out anyway. He just holds it back tighter, his thumb starting to run over my knuckles. I catch a quick glimpse of a sympathetic smile before my eyes drop closed again. As I feared something sharp pinches into my skin over my ribs. "No, don't." my voice is hoarse as I try to pull away. Ryder shifts uncomfortably next to me. He's sitting a foot away from my right hip like the doctor is on my left hip. He had placed me in the middle of the large bed, propped up on the fluffy pillows. He's moving closer now and lifting my hand up to press a kiss to my knuckles. Iciness spreads across my stomach as I watch the syringe come to a stop and the needle is pulled out and placed down on a table next to her. Whatever was in the syringe duals the throbbing pain, but I can't concentrate on that as shivers rack their way down my spine at the warmth of Ryder's lips against my skin. "Is she still hurting?" The doctor asks as she presses her hands back down. I feel Ryder's deep intake breathe over my hand. "Yes." Ryder's voice is tense and he loosens his grip before tightening it back around my hand. "It's blood poisoning. I would rather her be conscious, I can watch her easier if she is." She begins to say over the top of me as if I'm not here. Blood poisoning, if I knew that the blackened skin was a sign of something so deadly, I would have told Ryder earlier. "She's in shock." The doctor hurriedly gets out, her calm attitude out the window as something is passed over the top of me. Ryder releases my hand taking his heat and electric shocks with him and as it goes I suddenly feel my temperature drop down low and my body to shake. "Find a vein on the inside of her elbow and push it in till you see blood." Warm tingles take over my arm as Ryder's hand grips it just above my elbow. I'm watching Ryder carefully as he runs his thumb over the skin, pulling it tight over a vein. I try to pull away when I see the long needle in his other hand. Don't, please don't. I try to get my thoughts out as words but all I can get out is a cracked whisper of his name. His hands shaking as he moves slowly towards my skin. "It's alright Lottie. You won't feel any pain after this, it's just a little pinch." He says steadying his hand out to press the needle in. Little pinch my ass. It stings as the needle punctures my skin and as the length disappears beneath my skin, blood seeps into the container at the bottom. His hands are quick as he removes it and replaces it with a clear tube twisting it on to the end, the bubbles of liquid moving easily into my body. "Ryder?" I try to grab at the back of his arm wanting to hold onto something of him now that both of his hands are massaging around my elbow distracting me from the uncomfortable feeling of the drip, depositing a liquid to put me to sleep. When Ryder feels my feeble attempts to get a hold on him he slides a hand down my arm, tickling the skin as he slips it into mine, intertwining our fingers, caressing my knuckles. "Please," I whisper feeling my mind growing lethargic, and my vision is tinted with a dark black I can't blink away. "Don't- don't leave me." Ryder smiles at me before my eyes drop close and I lose the fight to keep them open. He squeezes my hand, stroking my skin with his fingers. "Don't worry baby. You're mine. I'll never leave you." His voice welcomes me smoothly into the darkness that consumes my body. It's cold but I feel it warm within seconds and that's when I let it take over.