“It’s okay, we’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he says as he goes to stand, attempting to pick me up with him. I wheeze as my body tenses in pain, and he freezes, setting me back down. “What’s wrong?” Ronan asks. “Where are you hurt?” Wesley asks before Vincent steps in, shoving Wesley back several feet. “Get the fuck away from her! Where are you hurt, Siren?”
