Chapter 82 Turning Jordan

• STILL AT THE HOSPITAL.
• The hospital room's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow, when Jordan's eyes snapped open, a faint crimson hue instantly tinting his sclera. For weeks, he had been laying motionless, feeling nothing but numbness. Until he was awoken by a sudden, sharp pain that coursed throughout his body like a jolt of electricity. It started at his neck, where Nicholas’s fangs were embedded, which now oozed blood by the two tiny puncture of wound. The monitor beside him beeped rapidly as his heart rate accelerated.
• The pain intensified with each second, his heart racing, his eyes frantically darting around the ceiling, his ragged breathing filling the air. When suddenly, the pain stopped and the heart monitor started beeping steadily. Nicholas's face was inches from his neck, his lips curled back, revealing razor-sharp fangs. He retracted them slowly, and a droplet of blood clung to the tip before falling onto Jordan's skin. His eyes then locked onto Jordan's, filled with a mix of concern and relief.