“Why don’t you go rest? I’ll take Milo and clean him up and make sure he’s settled upstairs.” Ezra’s warm brown eyes tried to soothe me, but I laid an arm over Milo possessively.
“I can clean him up,” I insisted, but Ezra shook his head.
“You can’t carry him, Alice,” Ezra said. “This whole thing has you exhausted and frayed. You need to clear your head a bit, and you can check on Milo later. There’s nothing more you can do for him now.”
“But-” I tried to think of a convincing argument to stay with him, but there was none. Except that letting Milo out of my sight seemed impossible
Out of nowhere, Mae appeared at my side, and I knew the battle was lost.
“Come on, love,” Mae cooed and put her arm around my waist, so she could pry me away from Milo. “He needs to be moved upstairs where he can be more comfortable, and you need a chance to breathe.”
Ezra scooped Milo into his arms so he could take him upstairs. If Mae hadn’t mentioned that he would be more comfortable elsewhere, I might’ve fought more to stay with him. But as long as it was better for him, I’d let it happen.
I went to the bathroom to change for the second time that night, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Milo’s blood covered my pale skin. I took a long hot shower and cried.
After I pulled on Mae’s pajamas, I left the bathroom. The panic and fear had died down, leaving an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness and creeping numbness. It was hard to wrap my mind around everything. One minute, Milo was laughing in the lake. The next he was dying and turning into a vampire.
Jack sat on the steps leading upstairs, morose and freshly showered. As soon as he saw me, his eyes filled with terrified sadness. He felt responsible for Milo, and I didn’t even know what happened. In all the worry of trying to figure out how to save him, I’d overlooked how he had gotten that way in the first place.
“Alice, I am so sorry,” Jack said, his words rushed and shaky.
“What happened, Jack?” I walked stiffly over to him and sat down on the step below him.
“We were goofing off.” He shook his head and tears filled his eyes. “He was running on the dock, but it was wet. He slipped and cracked his head… I am so sorry, Alice. I didn’t even think-”
“How is he doing?” I interrupted him.
I don’t know if I blamed Jack, but I wasn’t ready to ease his guilt. If he and Milo didn’t have a habit of letting things get a little too wild, Milo wouldn’t have been hurt.
But then again, if I weren’t trying to let things get out of hand with me and Jack, I would’ve still been outside, reining them in. Or if I hadn’t invited Milo over tonight. Or if I had never even come over here. Milo never would have been here if it weren’t for me.
“Milo’s still unconscious. Ezra said that if he’s lucky, he should be unconscious through most of this.”
“If he’s lucky?” I shot him a worried look, and he dropped his eyes. “What does that mean?”
“Turning isn’t exactly pleasant.” He rubbed his hands together sheepishly.
“So Milo’s in pain? Like how much pain?” My eyes widened, and I hoped I hadn’t made the wrong choice.
“He’s completely out right now. Don’t worry. He can’t feel anything.” Jack tried to brush me off, and that made me more paranoid.
“He’s my brother, Jack! I’m going to worry! This whole stupid thing is my fault!”
“None of this is your fault,” Jack corrected me sternly, and his eyes were strangely wounded. “Alice, you can’t blame yourself for this. You had nothing to do with it.”
“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t feel!”
I tried to stand up, but the weight of the night hit me. I lost my balance, and Jack reached out for me. He pulled me into his arms, and at first, I fought him, just because I felt like fighting something. But his arms felt wonderful and safe around me, and I gave into it. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed.
“It’s going to be alright, Alice,” Jack whispered. “He’s going to be okay. You just need to get some rest.”
“There’s no way I can rest as long as Milo’s…” I trailed off.
I didn’t know how to finish the sentence, and I could barely fight off the fatigue anymore. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t know how much longer I could stay awake.
“Mae’s sitting with him, and you know she’ll make sure he’s as comfortable as he can be.”
Jack stood up and lifted me in his arms. He carried me upstairs to his room to sleep. I felt too drained and tired to protest. After he laid me down in his bed, he stood next to it, looking hesitant.
“You aren’t gonna leave me, are you?” I wanted him with me. I didn’t want to be alone.
“Mae wants me to sleep on the couch downstairs,” Jack said.
“But I don’t want you to.”