Brooke opened her eyes to see her room flooded with light. Wilson was kicked back next to her with his eyes closed. Jodi sat in a chair watching. In the other room she could hear people yelling, their voices barely coherent. "Jodi?" she whispered. "Brooke!" Jodi said, pulling her to her feet and wrapping her arms around her.
Brooke cried out in pain as her body resisted moving from the bed. Her body groaned and tried to fall in on itself. Sharp pains coursed from her head to her feet, "I'm so sorry Brooke." Jodi laid her back down as gently as she could and disappeared from the room.
Brooke rolled over to see Wilson's eyes open. "Hey," she whispered. He looked at her with pain in his eyes, "Hey." Brooke had hundreds of questions she wanted to ask him. Not just about the vampires but about him also. "Just rest," he said sternly.
"Are you okay," Brooke asked weakly. "They didn't want me love. They wanted you. I was wrong about Jodi. She saved you. She brought Ricky. It's like she knew," he finished, shaking his head.
Eventhough he didn't say anything, she could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was shaken up too. She wanted to cuddle next to him. To hold him and tell him it would all be alright. Not just for is sake, but for hers as well. But sleep was coming quickly and she couldn't keep her eyes open. She heard the door opened and she could hear arguing. "She could have died," her father yelled, "Wilson! Bring your ass out here!" Brooke felt his weight fall off the bed and heard the door open again, "Why didn't you shoot this damn animal? Don't they give your kind guns?"
Anastasia bent down to her daughter, "It's going to be okay baby, go to sleep."
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