I didn't want to leave her. I didn't ever want to have to leave her. If she dies, I would soon follow after. But I was tired, and so was she, so I left without much of an argument. But I still didn't want to go. I walked off sadly back to my room. I lied down slowly on my bed, careful not to move my leg. I knew what I needed; blood. But I also knew that I didn't want to endanger the Human Race, and if I kept going on like this, I would.