I pressed my neck to Frankie’s fangs and did the same to his neck.

This is it.

Finally.

The doctor said this would wake him up.

Drinking your mate’s blood is like being reborn.

I listened to Frankie’s heart monitor.

It was getting slower by the second.

So I took a deep breath and pressed his fangs harder against my neck.

I felt the slight sting as they pierced my skin and then a few drops of blood run down the side of my neck.

It wasn’t a bad feeling. It didn’t hurt.

Actually, it was amazing.

It was the best feeling in the world.

I think it’s better than sex.

And knowing that it’s going to help Frankie makes it all the more enjoyable.

I smiled as I heard his heart monitor start to speed up and then steady at a normal pace.

Thank fuck, he’s okay.

I stayed like that for a minute letting him get stronger for when I would bite.

I then pressed my fangs down harder and finally sliced through his perfect skin.

He tasted so delicious.

So perfect.

His heart literally skipped a beat when I bit him.

Fuck, he tasted so good.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget why we were even in the hospital and just enjoy the moment.

Then I felt his thin arms wrap around me and hug me close to him.

I was about to pull away but I felt his hand on the back of my head, pressing me down and keeping me there.

I moaned slightly, he just tasted so good.

I heard him sigh and then hug me closer.

His heart beat was normal now.

He was okay.

And he was letting me bite him even though it wasn’t exactly necessary anymore.

After a few minutes I pulled off, licking the few drops of blood that had slid down his neck.

When I pulled away I could see he was smiling.

I smiled at him too.

“I love you.” He whispered.

I smiled even more.

“I love you, too” I whispered.

He sat up and placed his hands on either side of my face, pulling me in for a long slow kiss.

I love him. So much.

He’s okay.

He’s alive.

I hugged him even tighter; running my hands all over him trying to make sure he was in one piece, that he was really okay.

Then I took his hands in mine and ran my fingers along the bandages on his wrists, “I am so sorry, Frankie” I whispered.

He looked down at our hands, “I- fuck. Why did you do it?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.

“…I was drunk…and pissed…I wouldn’t have done that if I were sober, I’m sorry…I love you”

He didn’t look up, but I could still see the tears that fell down his cheeks, “…I don’t want to have to deal with this,” he muttered, “I don’t want to fight…because I love you, but…I can’t just let this go. I can’t just act like the last few days haven’t happened…but we can make it through this, right? We’re mates, and we love each other and there’s nothing that could break us apart.”

He looked up at me and smiled; small and full of hope and love.

Because that’s all we have and all we need: hope and love.

Notes

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Twinke twinke little star
Where the fuck are MCR
In my bed is were I lie
Reading fanfics till I cry

Title from MCRs 'Summertime'