The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) by Jami Brumfield Page B
Authors: Jami Brumfield
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which gave Sophie some time to catch a little rest before continuing her vigil by the girl’s bedside. Unfortunately, Delia’s diagnosis left little hope that the girl would survive. And Sophie insisted that the Amazon doctor leave her home when Delia said it would be better to let the human die. Her mother had always taught Sophie that half the battle to getting better was mental. Sophie didn’t need a naysayer around the comatose girl influencing her will to fight for life.
Delia respected her wishes and left once Tiffany was stable, but not before she warned Sophie about the dangers of getting too attached to her patients. Sophie didn’t care. She was tired of hearing that. She wasn’t going to let another person die on her watch.
She’d connected to the girl, and felt her pain. It was hard to disconnect from that. Now the pain was gone. Well, not gone necessarily. The morphine made the brain think her body wasn’t in pain, but her body felt it, and so did Sophie. She also felt Tiffany was beginning to give up. Her life force was getting weaker. That only motivated her more, she wouldn’t let the girl fade away. Another person was not going to die in her house if she had anything to do with it.
Sophie closed her eyes and focused inward. Searching Tiffany’s mind for something to give the girl hope, something to bring center stage to make the girl want to fight for her life. A memory of happy times, a dream left unfulfilled, someone that made life worth living. There were so many reasons to want to fight, but Sophie couldn’t find anything tangible to offer in the recesses of Tiffany’s mind.
The girl lived a miserable existence taking care of, and cleaning up after her brother. Sophie saw Christopher through his sister’s loving eyes, and was appalled at how disappointed and heartbroken he made her feel. She was tired. She’d tried for so long to help her brother turn things around. She’d given up love, given up her own future, and still nothing seemed to pull him back from the dark side. Sophie’s heart wept for the girl.
The details were only glimpses of her life, she hadn’t always felt such helplessness where her brother was concerned. Tiffany raised Christopher after being orphaned. They were in and out of the system most of their teen lives until one day they were forced to run away from a family that had taken good care of them. Tiffany had no idea why, but Christopher told her it was his fault. His sister wanted desperately to help him see that his birthright was a blessing, not the curse he believed. That he could use his abilities to help people.
In Tiffany’s eyes nothing she did made Christopher feel good about himself or find hope. She was tired of trying to make him see he was better than he believed. Tired of telling him he could find forgiveness and strength in God. Worn down from protecting him, and attempting to keep him safe, she was ready to move on.
‘What are you doing here?’ an image of Tiffany, alive and well in her mind asked, ‘I said what are you doing here?’ The apparition of her patient stood in front of Sophie; a mental image in her mind, arms crossed defensively over her chest. It was a jarring sight, and the shock of the girl’s all too real image in her head forced Sophie out of the girl’s mind and into reality.
Did that really happen? Sophie sat, staring in disbelief at Tiffany’s still body. The click of the respirator pumping oxygen into her body was the only sound that echoed in the room-bringing back painful memories of her mother’s last days. She pushed those thoughts down and refocused on her patient. The startling realization that she could talk to Tiffany in her mind gave her more hope than she’d felt since the girl was first brought in. The ability was an obvious progression of her powers which excited her. She had another tool she could use to help her Christopher’s sister.
She decided it was time to go
Delia respected her wishes and left once Tiffany was stable, but not before she warned Sophie about the dangers of getting too attached to her patients. Sophie didn’t care. She was tired of hearing that. She wasn’t going to let another person die on her watch.
She’d connected to the girl, and felt her pain. It was hard to disconnect from that. Now the pain was gone. Well, not gone necessarily. The morphine made the brain think her body wasn’t in pain, but her body felt it, and so did Sophie. She also felt Tiffany was beginning to give up. Her life force was getting weaker. That only motivated her more, she wouldn’t let the girl fade away. Another person was not going to die in her house if she had anything to do with it.
Sophie closed her eyes and focused inward. Searching Tiffany’s mind for something to give the girl hope, something to bring center stage to make the girl want to fight for her life. A memory of happy times, a dream left unfulfilled, someone that made life worth living. There were so many reasons to want to fight, but Sophie couldn’t find anything tangible to offer in the recesses of Tiffany’s mind.
The girl lived a miserable existence taking care of, and cleaning up after her brother. Sophie saw Christopher through his sister’s loving eyes, and was appalled at how disappointed and heartbroken he made her feel. She was tired. She’d tried for so long to help her brother turn things around. She’d given up love, given up her own future, and still nothing seemed to pull him back from the dark side. Sophie’s heart wept for the girl.
The details were only glimpses of her life, she hadn’t always felt such helplessness where her brother was concerned. Tiffany raised Christopher after being orphaned. They were in and out of the system most of their teen lives until one day they were forced to run away from a family that had taken good care of them. Tiffany had no idea why, but Christopher told her it was his fault. His sister wanted desperately to help him see that his birthright was a blessing, not the curse he believed. That he could use his abilities to help people.
In Tiffany’s eyes nothing she did made Christopher feel good about himself or find hope. She was tired of trying to make him see he was better than he believed. Tired of telling him he could find forgiveness and strength in God. Worn down from protecting him, and attempting to keep him safe, she was ready to move on.
‘What are you doing here?’ an image of Tiffany, alive and well in her mind asked, ‘I said what are you doing here?’ The apparition of her patient stood in front of Sophie; a mental image in her mind, arms crossed defensively over her chest. It was a jarring sight, and the shock of the girl’s all too real image in her head forced Sophie out of the girl’s mind and into reality.
Did that really happen? Sophie sat, staring in disbelief at Tiffany’s still body. The click of the respirator pumping oxygen into her body was the only sound that echoed in the room-bringing back painful memories of her mother’s last days. She pushed those thoughts down and refocused on her patient. The startling realization that she could talk to Tiffany in her mind gave her more hope than she’d felt since the girl was first brought in. The ability was an obvious progression of her powers which excited her. She had another tool she could use to help her Christopher’s sister.
She decided it was time to go
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