“Ugh.” I winced.
“What is it?” he asked anxiously…
“Needles.” I explained, looking away from the one in my hand…
“Afraid of a needle.” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking
his head. “Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death,
sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand…” -Bella
It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me — even before I was off the street — as soon as I heard his voice.