❝ Why should I remember you? ❞

Adam was struggling to carry him away from the fight. He’d been bitten by some vamp earlier that night, and his right shoulder was bleeding heavily from being shot with a silver bullet. The bullet was still inside, and he was aware of how much blood he was loosing as his running turned into stumbling. The refuge wasn’t too far from there, he could make it. After what he did to Grace he had sworn that he would never go near her again, but he needed to get the kid to safety, and right now he had nowhere else to go.  He stumbled up the steps, his vision blurring. The ground seemed to be falling underneath him, but he managed to bang his fist against the door while the other hand still clutched the boy, who’s little hands were wrapped around his neck. “Grace!” He tried to yell but his voice came out weak and hoarse. Come on Grace. Please open the door. 

         ❝I'm updating my facebook status. I'm searching for a teddy bear. Haven't you seen it?❞