Damon firmly held Mark as he tried to listen to what was going on inside the room. Everything was messy and chaotic. They were all saying different things. He tried to listen past the shuffling feet, panicked voices, and monitor alarms.
No—there was no code blue. No flatline. Her heartbeat was still there. Rapid, erratic—but there.
Through the thin barrier, he heard one nurse gasp, "Her vitals just spiked—what the hell—her EEG is going crazy!"
A different voice—likely a doctor's—spoke in disbelief. "This doesn't make sense. Neural activity is returning. Get me the neurologist, now! And bring me her surgeon. He needs to see this."
Damon's heart raced. Did it work after all? She is improving. She is healing. This is good. He was counting on it. Even if his blood did not transform her into a vampire, it should still possess enough blood energy to heal her injuries.
