While he went for the blood baggies, Stevie Rae sat up and gingerly peeked down the back of her generic hospital gown, wincing a little at how stiff the movement made her feel. She expected the worst.

Seriously, her back had been like nasty burned hamburger when Lenobia and Erik had pulled her from the hole she'd made in the earth. Pulled her from Rephaim.

Don't think about him now. Just focus on -

"Ohmygood ness," Stevie Rae whispered in awe as she stared at what she could see of her back. It wasn't hamburgered anymore. It was smooth. Bright pink, as if she'd gotten sunburned, but smooth and new-looking, like baby skin.

"That's amazing." Dallas's voice was hushed. "A real miracle."

Stevie Rae looked up at him. Their eyes met and held.

"You scared me good, girl," he said. "Don't do that again, 'kay?"

"I'll try my best not to," she said softly.

Dallas leaned forward and carefully, with just the tips of his fingers, touched the fresh pink skin at the back of her shoulder. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not really. I'm just kinda stiff."

"Amazing," he repeated. "I mean, I know Lenobia said you'd been healing while you were sleepin', but you were hurt real bad, and I just didn't expect anything like - "

"How long have I been asleep?" She cut him off, trying to imagine the consequences of Dallas's telling her she'd been out for days and days. What would Rephaim think if she didn't show up?

Worse - what would he do?

"It's just been one day."

Relief flooded her. "One day? Really?"

"Yeah, well, dusk was a couple hours ago, so you've technically been sleepin' longer than one day.

They brought you back here yesterday after sunrise. It was pretty dramatic. Erik drove the Hummer right across the grounds, knocked down a fence, and floored it straight into Lenobia's barn. Then we all scrambled like crazy to carry you through the school up here to the infirmary."

"Yeah, I talked to Z in the Hummer on the way back here, and I was feelin' almost okay, but then it was like someone turned out the lights on me. I think I passed out."

"I know ya did."

"Well, that's a dang shame." Stevie Rae let herself smile. "I woulda liked seeing all that drama."

"Yeah" - he grinned back at her - "that's exactly what I thought once I got over thinkin' you were gonna die."

"I'm not gonna die," she said firmly.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it." Dallas bent, cupped her chin in his hand, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

With a strange, automatic reaction, Stevie Rae jerked away from him.

"Uh, how about that blood baggie?" she said quickly.

"Oh, yeah." Dallas shrugged off her rejection, but his cheeks were unnaturally pink when he handed her the bag. "Sorry, I wasn't thinkin'. I know you're hurt, and ya don't feel like, er, well, you know . . ." His voice trailed off, and he looked super uncomfortable.

Stevie Rae knew she should say something. After all, she and Dallas did have a thing together. He was sweet and smart, and he proved he understood her by standing there, looking all sorry, and kinda lowering his head in an adorable way that made him look like a little boy. And he was cute - tall and lean, with just the right amount of muscles and thick hair the color of sand. She actually liked kissing him.

Or she used to.

Didn't she still?

An unfamiliar sense of unease kept her from finding the words that would make him feel better, so instead of speaking, Stevie Rae took the baggie from him, tore open the corner, and upended it, letting the blood drain down the back of her throat and expand like a mega shot of Red Bull from her stomach to energize the rest of her body.

She didn't want to, but somewhere deep inside her, Stevie Rae weighed the difference between how this normal, mortal, ordinary blood made her feel - and how Rephaim's blood had been like a lightning strike of energy and heat.

Her hand shook only a little when she wiped her mouth and finally looked up at Dallas.

"That better?" he asked, looking unfazed by their strange exchange and like his familiar, sweet self again.

"Could I have one more?"

He smiled and held another baggie out to her. "Already ahead of you, girl."

"Thanks, Dallas." She paused before slurping down the second one. "I don't feel totally one hundred percent right now. Ya know?"

Dallas nodded. "I know."