DAY 4

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aniel was swimming through a darkness so heavy he couldn’t remember anything. Where am I?  Daniel thought. He began to hear a voice, was it saying his name? He couldn’t tell, he couldn’t answer his mouth would not cooperating with him. Daniel was aware of a warm wet liquid dropping into his mouth; he slightly parted his lips to catch the liquid to wet his mouth which was parched dry. He tentatively liked it with his tongue which felt heavy and weighted in his mouth.

It was blood, Daniel told himself. He could tell from the smell and the healing effects the liquid was having on his mouth. More blood begun to pour in his mouth and Daniel licked at it greedily. He could feel the healing process of the blood as it coursed through his veins in his body. Instinctively Daniel felt his fangs elongate and latch on to the source of his meal, his fangs begun to pull greedily on the plastic bag placed to his mouth. Daniel’s body begun to feel stronger and whole, soon the bag he was feeding from was empty. Daniel Jumped up from his lying position to stop the hand that was removing his food, as he moved so suddenly his body protested and begun to slumped from the sudden excursion of the little energy he just received from its short meal. “Easy there, you’re not ready to move yet. You need to rest” a voice said as hands helped him back into his ling position. Daniel tried his eyes again and found them opening to reveal Jimmy and Connor standing over him with worried expressions.

Daniel closed his eyes again and the memories begun to come flooding back into his mind. The attack and Connie… Connie where was she? Why couldn’t he feel her in his arms? “Connie- Where is Connie?” Daniel asked. Jimmy and Connor exchanged looks, “We don’t know.” Jimmy replied. “We were called by hospital security, when we arrived we found you unconscious, Mr. Pilgrim dead and a petrified doctor Grosvenor huddled in a corner. Connie was nowhere to be seen.” O’Neal told him. No she was gone, Daniel thought in agony. Daniel pushed his body up, “Daniel don’t move you need to feed and rest” Jimmy protested trying to hold Daniel down with his hands; although Daniel was weak he was still stronger than Jimmy. He pushed away Jimmy’s hands and got up shakily. Daniel sat up on the cot and looked around at the environment surrounding him. Daniel could not remember this room, the last he saw he was in a white sterile room. “Where am I? How did I get here?” Daniel asked looking from Jimmy to O’Neal. “We had to move you to our little hospital her in the PEC” Jimmy replied, “You received extensive damage to your body and we were trying to keep you alive and the hospital don’t carry synthetic blood so that’s why you are here.” Jimmy explained.

Daniel nodded with understanding. He braced himself and pushed his body up from the cot he sat on. His feet begun to give out from the sudden pressure put on them and he had to sit back down. He sighed heavily in frustration, here he was barely able to move and Connie was out there in danger and probably needed help and he couldn’t offer any. “What do we know?” Daniel asked. “We assume that the vampire has her, but we haven’t received any ransom notes or calls as yet.” “We have a team out looking for her trying to track her GPS locator, which she had on thank God.” “The CSI team are doing a sweep of the room to see if we can’t get a clue as to where she might be.” Daniel grunted. “We are doing all we can Daniel, Connie is strong she’ll be fine.” O’Neal said trying to comfort him, so why didn’t he feel comforted? “She is in moon heat O’Neal she isn’t going to be able to perform at her best” Daniel contradicted. Daniel was scared, scared for Connie and scared for them; he prayed that she was safe and ok.