"Celine! Celine!!" Tristan cupped her cheeks, frantically shaking her but she was limp in his arms.
Warm liquid dripped onto his palm from the back of her head and he didn't need to see it's red pigment to realize it was blood.
She moved for a moment, a small moan of pain sounding behind her throat, her lips parted shakily and her brows strung tightly together with her eyes still shut.
He let out a relief filled breath hearing something from her, the way she had been unmoving just a few seconds ago brought a strangely cold terror shuddering through his bones.
"I...need to go home..." She muttered, almost inaudibly but he was holding her so close, enough for her breath to flutter right around his neck, "I need...to go back to them."
Tristan never stayed to figure out the meaning behind her words, she was losing blood and needed urgent care so he lowered himself, sweeping her form into his arms and carrying her securely against him.
