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.Why had she been in the Ferrari with him? She dbeen angry no, not angry.Furious was closer but so frightened& ofhim.He could picture that clearlynow, the moment of her throwing herself out of the speeding car, but he couldn t remember anythingPage 189 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbefore it.Was he going out of his mind?What had been done to her? No& Damon forced his thoughts away from the easy question and madehimself ask thereal question.What hadhe done to her? Elena s eyes, blue with golden flecks, like lapislazuli, were easy to read even without telepathy.What had& he& done to her that was so frightening thatshe would jump out of a speeding car to get away from him?He d been taunting the fair-haired boy.Mutt& Gnat& whatever.The three of them had been together,and he and Elena had been& damn! From there to his awakening at the steering wheel of the Ferrari, allwas a shimmering blank.He could remember saving Bonnie at Caroline s house; he could rememberbeing late for his 4:44A.M.meeting with Stefan; but after that, things began to fragment.Shinichi ,maledicalo! That fox! He knew more about this than he was telling Damon.I have always& been stronger& than my enemies, he thought.I have always& remained& in& control.He heard a slight sound and was by Elena in an instant.Her blue eyes were shut, but the lashes werefluttering.Was she waking up?He made himself turn down the sheet by her shoulder.Shinichi had been right.There was a lot of driedblood, but he could sense that the blood flow itself was more normal.But there was something horriblywrong& no, he wouldn t believe it.Damon barely kept himself from screaming in frustration.The damn fox had left her with a dislocatedshoulder.Things were definitely not going well for him today.Now what? Call for Shinichi?Never.He felt he couldn t look at the fox again tonight without wanting to murder him.He was going to have to put her shoulder back in the socket alone.It was a procedure usually onlyattempted by two people, but what could he do?Still keeping Elena in an iron mind-grip, making sure shecouldn t awaken, he grasped her by the arm andbegan the painful business of dislocating the humerus even farther, pulling the bone away so that he couldfinally release pressure and hear the sweetpop that meant that the long arm bone had slipped back intothe socket.Then he let go.Elena s head was tossing from side to side, her lips parched.He poured somemore of Shinichi s magical bone-knitting tea into the battered cup, then lifted her head gently from the leftside to put the cup to her lips.He let her mind have some freedom, then, and she started to lift her righthand and then dropped it.He sighed and tilted her head, tipping the silver flagon so that the tea trickled into her mouth.Sheswallowed obediently.It all reminded him of Bonnie& but Bonnie hadn t been so terribly hurt.Damonknew he couldn t return Elena to her friends in this condition; not with her camisole and jeans shredded,and dried blood everywhere.Maybe he could do something about that.He went to the second door off the bedroom, thought,bathroom modern bathroom, and unlocked and opened the door.It was exactly what he d imagined: aPage 190 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlpristine, white, sanitary place with a large heap of towels piled, ready for guests, on the bathtub.Damon ran warm water over one of the washcloths.He knew better by now than to strip Elena anddump her in warm water.It was what she needed, but if anyone ever found out, her friends would havehis beating heart torn out of his chest and staked on a pike.He didn t even have to think about that hesimply knew it.He went back to Elena and began to gently stroke dried blood off her shoulder.She murmured, shakingher head, but he kept it up until the shoulder at least looked normal, exposed as it was by torn cloth.Then he got another washcloth and went to work on her ankle.This was still swollen she wasn t goingto be running away anytime soon.Her tibia, the first of the two bones in the lower leg, had grownproperly together again.It was more evidence that Shinichi and theShi no Shi had no need for money, orthey could simply put this tea on the market and make a fortune. We look at things& differently, Shinichi had said, fixing Damon with those strange golden eyes. Money doesn t mean much to us.What does? The deathbed agonies of an old rogue who fears he sgoing to hell.Watching him sweat, trying to remember encounters he s long forgotten.A baby s firstconscious tear of loneliness.The emotions of an unfaithful wife when her husband catches her with herlover.A maiden s& well, her first kiss and her first night of discovery.A brother willing to die for hisbrother.Things like that. And many other things that couldn t be mentioned in polite company, Damon thought.A lot were aboutpain.They were emotional leeches, sucking up the feelings of mortals to make up for the emptiness oftheir own souls.He could feel the sickness inside him again as he tried to imagine to calculate the pain Elena musthave felt, leaping out of his car.She must have expected an agonizing death but it was still better thanstaying with him.This time, before entering the door that had been a white-tiled bathroom, he thought,Kitchen, modern,with plenty of ice packs in the freezer.Nor was he disappointed.He found himself in a strongly masculine kitchen, with chrome appliances andblack-and-white tiling.In the freezer: six ice packs.He took three back to Elena and put one around hershoulder, one at her elbow, and one around her ankle.Then he went back into the kitchen s spotlessbeauty for a glass of ice-cold water.Tired.So tired.Elena felt as if her body were weighted with lead.Every limb& every thought& lapped in lead.For instance, there was something she was supposed to be doing or not doing right now.But shecouldn t make the thought come to the surface of her mind.It was too heavy.Everything was too heavy.She couldn t even open her eyes.A scraping sound.Someone was near, on a chair.Then there was liquid coolness on her lips, just a fewPage 191 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmldrops, but it stimulated her to try to hold the cup herself and drink.Oh, delicious water [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Why had she been in the Ferrari with him? She dbeen angry no, not angry.Furious was closer but so frightened& ofhim.He could picture that clearlynow, the moment of her throwing herself out of the speeding car, but he couldn t remember anythingPage 189 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlbefore it.Was he going out of his mind?What had been done to her? No& Damon forced his thoughts away from the easy question and madehimself ask thereal question.What hadhe done to her? Elena s eyes, blue with golden flecks, like lapislazuli, were easy to read even without telepathy.What had& he& done to her that was so frightening thatshe would jump out of a speeding car to get away from him?He d been taunting the fair-haired boy.Mutt& Gnat& whatever.The three of them had been together,and he and Elena had been& damn! From there to his awakening at the steering wheel of the Ferrari, allwas a shimmering blank.He could remember saving Bonnie at Caroline s house; he could rememberbeing late for his 4:44A.M.meeting with Stefan; but after that, things began to fragment.Shinichi ,maledicalo! That fox! He knew more about this than he was telling Damon.I have always& been stronger& than my enemies, he thought.I have always& remained& in& control.He heard a slight sound and was by Elena in an instant.Her blue eyes were shut, but the lashes werefluttering.Was she waking up?He made himself turn down the sheet by her shoulder.Shinichi had been right.There was a lot of driedblood, but he could sense that the blood flow itself was more normal.But there was something horriblywrong& no, he wouldn t believe it.Damon barely kept himself from screaming in frustration.The damn fox had left her with a dislocatedshoulder.Things were definitely not going well for him today.Now what? Call for Shinichi?Never.He felt he couldn t look at the fox again tonight without wanting to murder him.He was going to have to put her shoulder back in the socket alone.It was a procedure usually onlyattempted by two people, but what could he do?Still keeping Elena in an iron mind-grip, making sure shecouldn t awaken, he grasped her by the arm andbegan the painful business of dislocating the humerus even farther, pulling the bone away so that he couldfinally release pressure and hear the sweetpop that meant that the long arm bone had slipped back intothe socket.Then he let go.Elena s head was tossing from side to side, her lips parched.He poured somemore of Shinichi s magical bone-knitting tea into the battered cup, then lifted her head gently from the leftside to put the cup to her lips.He let her mind have some freedom, then, and she started to lift her righthand and then dropped it.He sighed and tilted her head, tipping the silver flagon so that the tea trickled into her mouth.Sheswallowed obediently.It all reminded him of Bonnie& but Bonnie hadn t been so terribly hurt.Damonknew he couldn t return Elena to her friends in this condition; not with her camisole and jeans shredded,and dried blood everywhere.Maybe he could do something about that.He went to the second door off the bedroom, thought,bathroom modern bathroom, and unlocked and opened the door.It was exactly what he d imagined: aPage 190 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlpristine, white, sanitary place with a large heap of towels piled, ready for guests, on the bathtub.Damon ran warm water over one of the washcloths.He knew better by now than to strip Elena anddump her in warm water.It was what she needed, but if anyone ever found out, her friends would havehis beating heart torn out of his chest and staked on a pike.He didn t even have to think about that hesimply knew it.He went back to Elena and began to gently stroke dried blood off her shoulder.She murmured, shakingher head, but he kept it up until the shoulder at least looked normal, exposed as it was by torn cloth.Then he got another washcloth and went to work on her ankle.This was still swollen she wasn t goingto be running away anytime soon.Her tibia, the first of the two bones in the lower leg, had grownproperly together again.It was more evidence that Shinichi and theShi no Shi had no need for money, orthey could simply put this tea on the market and make a fortune. We look at things& differently, Shinichi had said, fixing Damon with those strange golden eyes. Money doesn t mean much to us.What does? The deathbed agonies of an old rogue who fears he sgoing to hell.Watching him sweat, trying to remember encounters he s long forgotten.A baby s firstconscious tear of loneliness.The emotions of an unfaithful wife when her husband catches her with herlover.A maiden s& well, her first kiss and her first night of discovery.A brother willing to die for hisbrother.Things like that. And many other things that couldn t be mentioned in polite company, Damon thought.A lot were aboutpain.They were emotional leeches, sucking up the feelings of mortals to make up for the emptiness oftheir own souls.He could feel the sickness inside him again as he tried to imagine to calculate the pain Elena musthave felt, leaping out of his car.She must have expected an agonizing death but it was still better thanstaying with him.This time, before entering the door that had been a white-tiled bathroom, he thought,Kitchen, modern,with plenty of ice packs in the freezer.Nor was he disappointed.He found himself in a strongly masculine kitchen, with chrome appliances andblack-and-white tiling.In the freezer: six ice packs.He took three back to Elena and put one around hershoulder, one at her elbow, and one around her ankle.Then he went back into the kitchen s spotlessbeauty for a glass of ice-cold water.Tired.So tired.Elena felt as if her body were weighted with lead.Every limb& every thought& lapped in lead.For instance, there was something she was supposed to be doing or not doing right now.But shecouldn t make the thought come to the surface of her mind.It was too heavy.Everything was too heavy.She couldn t even open her eyes.A scraping sound.Someone was near, on a chair.Then there was liquid coolness on her lips, just a fewPage 191 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmldrops, but it stimulated her to try to hold the cup herself and drink.Oh, delicious water [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]