Chapter 125 "The Edge Of Forever"

• The pain surged through me ferociously, a searing intensity that sent my breath reeling. For a time, my eyesight darkened, and everything around me whirled. Except for the terrible pain in my chest, I couldn't focus—couldn't concentrate. But a voice alerted me before I could yell or even gasp for breath.
• Damon's voice was rough and strained, but it also carried a mandate that left no space for debate. "Don't you dare die on me." like my legs felt as if they would give way, his hands were warm, and he was urgently keeping me straight.
• I said, "Damon," with a cracked voice. For a brief period, my eyesight cleared enough to see his face. Panic wide in his eyes, his hand rested on the cut in his, and blood flowed between his fingers. He was hurt, and here I was, gassing out in his arms.