Jeremy’s eyes bulged as he stared at Damon like he had betrayed him. Damon let go of the سکریو ڈرایور, ڈرایور and fixated his eyes on the blood.
“What?” he کہا confused. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and he crawled backwards.
Upstairs Alaric was finally liberated from the invisible force and he raced downstairs to the kitchen. His face went pale when he saw Jeremy lying on the ground, bathing in blood. He saw Damon, sitting in a corner, his expression shocked and confused.
“What have آپ done?!” Alaric yelled, paying no attention to Damon’s wounds. He ran to Jeremy, ducked and pressed his wound. “Jeremy! Come on, buddy, stay with me” he کہا anxious.
Damon finally came back to reality. “What happened?” he کہا agitated, looking at Jeremy. “Did I do that?”
Alaric didn’t answer.
“I didn’t mean to” Damon کہا nervous. “I didn’t want this”
Without looking up Alaric replied with trembling voice: “What does it matter آپ didn’t mean to یا want to? آپ still did it!”
“I…I can give him my blood” Damon offered. “He will heal”
“No, I think you’ve done enough already” Alaric said.
“Ric…”
“Get out!” Alaric کہا shaking.
“Ric, please…”
“Get the hell out!” Alaric shouted.
Damon scribbled up and staggered out of the house.
Alaric lifted Jeremy in his arms and brought him to his car, driving him to the hospital.