A high, yes. That was encouraging. That’s exactly how she should feel. For the night – for a few days, even – the world should be her plaything. She should be its queen. For the few moments that he was allowed, Robin assumed that this was her first time, and the sensation was just a little overwhelming for her.
Until the pain she mentioned seemingly overwhelmed the high. She was a like a cat – she was in pain but she didn’t want to show it. The way she curled in on herself, the questions that she asked, she didn’t seem angry with Robin, just confused. Suffering in silence. He didn’t know how bad it was until she passed out, her body slumped against him.
”****,” he muttered, fingers gliding over her cheek, pressing against her neck, searching for a pulse. It was there, but it was erratic. Gently, he tapped his fingers against her cheek. He closed them around her shoulder and he shook.
”Maddison…” he called her name, but she was out cold. The pain… had he passed out when he’d consumed Lorelai’s blood? He didn’t think so, but it’d been hit and miss. He’d felt like he could have. It would have been easier than suffering through it, the way each organ shut down.
”****,” he murmured, the expletives issued from him in a torrid stream. What had he done?! Classic, Robin. You didn’t think. You didn’t ask questions. You royally fucked up this time, didn’t you? Was she turning, though? Or was she dying? Robin didn’t know. Nor did he have anyone to ask. He wouldn’t ask his boss. How would that be received? Sorry, boss. I kind of turned a client into a vampire. Won’t happen again.
Christ. He was going to get fired.
Robin eventually stood, pulling Maddison’s arm around his shoulder and doing his best to haul her out of the booth. Bright eyes searched the surrounding booths, looking for the security guard he knew usually prowled this area, and for good reason. The guy came trotting toward Robin as soon as he saw the passed out girl.
”A friend of mine. Too much to drink,” he said with a lopsided grin.
”I need a ride, though. Home. Do you think you can help organise something?” he asked. The guard nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket, gesturing to the back exit with a movement of his head. The back exit would be easier to get to, rather than through all the writhing bodies to the front exit.
He hoped Maddison wouldn’t file a complaint. But then, who was he kidding? She’d have every right too.
Christ. He was going to be killed.