As Azriela slowly regained consciousness, she noticed Darick entering the room, concern etched on his face. "Calm down, it's alright," he reassured her gently. "You saved my life, but in doing so, you got injured. I'm not going to suck any blood or anything. I managed to get us out before anyone could stop us. It seems like some stitches must have come undone while you were asleep." His gaze fixated on her leg, but he could tell from her vacant expression that she didn't remember anything about the events that led to her injury.
"Take a deep breath, Alex. Don't worry," Darick spoke softly, his eyes filled with empathy. "Why don't you bite onto a pillow because this is going to sting." He reached out, grasping her leg and skillfully started stitching it back up. With utmost care, he wrapped it further, wanting to ensure a more professional job. He had silently made a visit to the hospital, obtaining the necessary supplies. Going to a hospital would have been risky, as it was best to to keep the existence of werewolves and vampires hidden from humans
"Okay, all better now... Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, don't worry," Darick said soothingly. "Let me get you an IV bag or perhaps a blood bag. Just by smelling it, I can determine your blood type. Just relax; you've already done enough heroics." Observing her fear and apprehension, he could sense her unease at seeing him in his emaciated form, with long hair that looked out of place.
In Azriela's POV, she felt a mix of relief and gratitude towards Darick. Despite her fuzzy memory, she could tell that he had taken care of her and ensured her well-being. She tried to steady her racing heart, trusting him as he cared for her wound and provided comfort
Though his appearance may have seemed unusual, she found solace in his presence, knowing that he was there to support her, besides, she had nobody to trust after all so she had no choice but to let him just care for her