Chapter 162

The blood dripped down onto his pale lips. I parted them with my fingers and I watched anxiously as the droplets slid into his mouth and onto his tongue. When Harper didn't respond, I pressed my open wrist, squeezing the flesh to encourage the blood flow, but all I did was cause the blood to pool there in his mouth and the last thing I wanted to do was make him choke to death while he was unconscious. I turned his head and watched it seep uselessly out and run down his face, deftly wiping it away, before sagging back on the bed, feeling defeated. I was thankful that Josiah had decided he couldn't bear to be in my presence when day break came and had told me to sleep in here, instead of his room. He was clearly sick of the sight of me and I wasn't sure I could cope with him a minute longer myself, yet sitting here now and knowing that every effort I made to revive Harper was pointless, I wasn't sure I wanted to be here either. Just looking at Harper made me realise how usel