Philippe jumped up and ran at him, getting stabbed in the shoulder again. He'd need to work on his defense. When the wofl clawed at his stomach. He caught his hand, though it cut his own a little. He growled, but said nothing. Philippe took a step forward and bit the wolf's face, not being able to reach his throat. Tearing off a chuck on his cheek.

Robert howled in pain and growled knocking him off. It wasn't working, why did he have to hit his face? He cursed loudly as he tried to heal his face and fight him off at the same time. It wasn't looking good.

Philippe growled and stood a bit in front of him and launched at him again, going for his throat this time.

Robert knew he had to be fast or he would be hurt bad. He shoved the blood sucker away and quickly transformed. "I'll be back..." he growled off before he took off running away.

Amy sighed in relief and didn't know what to do. She was in so much pain she felt like she was going to black out, but also, the blood. He wouldn't be able to help her, she would have to clean up herself. "what do I do?" she whispered weakly.

Philippe growled and went to follow him, then her smell hit his nose again. He snapped out of his anger and blinked. Looking around. "Amy?" He was scared. She smelled as if she'd lost alot of blood. He tried not to sniff for her, knowing it'd make him go a little crazy. He just followed the blood he found leading to her. He almost freaked when he saw her. "Shit...Amy..." He went to her and gently touched her face. "I need to get you to a hospital..."

Amy jumped in fear when he touched her face. She thought it was Robert. "Philippe..." she whispered weakly. She hissed in pain as she was moved. "Philippe.." and whispered, there was blood dripping from the massive cut on the side of her head. She clutched him tight with her good arm "please don't leave me.." whispering again before she passed out in his arm, the grip on his arm falling slack.

Philippe watched her, then cursed. He gently picked her up, then ran for a hospital.

Celyse remained asleep in his arms. She had no idea what was going on.

Philippe had healed moslty by now. He ran for the hospital as fast as he could, coming into the trama ward a couple minutes later. "Help! Please, someone, my girlfriend need help."

The Doctors came in with a gurney placed Celyse on it and wheeled it away leaving him alone in the hallway. The put a long white cast along her arm and her head was wrapped. She was connected to a breathing tube and a bunch of other machines. One of the doctors finally went back out to him and told him where Celyse was.

Philippe stayed in the waiting area, pacing and running his hands through his hair a little angrily. He was pissed at himself. How could he have let this happen? When the doctor came out he looked at him him hopefully. "Am I allowed to see her?"

The doctor nodded to the man and said "please be careful... she was hurt badly and had internal injuries.. we have cleared everything up... but she needs rest and no stress...room 214" he said before walking away.

Philippe kept himself from flitting to the room, but sure did run. He stopped outside the door a took a deep breath before going inside.

Celyse groaned and opened her eyes. She smiled weakly when she saw him and tried to wave but the cast was too stiff for her to bend her wrist. She sighed softly and eyed the chair. He was allowed to come in. She couldn't talk because of the breathing tube in her mouth but she could answer yes or no questions by hand squeezing or blinking.

Philippe stared at her for a moment. Good lord, she looked aweful! And he was to blame....mostly the damage was done by that wolf, but he hadn't reacted quick enough. He came over to the bed and sat in the chair, then gently took her hand that wasn't in a cast, a loving look on his face. "Hey...you doing ok?"

Amy smiled weakly as he was talking to her. His hand felt amazing on hers. She felt so hot and his cool hand made her feel better. There was no way to tell him to touch her forehead so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it. She squeezed his hand tightly to answer yes to his question. She wasn't in any pain, just super hot.

Philippe frowned slightly as she squeezed his hand. He could feel how warm she was, more than normal. He reached over and gently touched her cheek. "You're burning up....do you want me to tell a nurse?"

Amy shut her eyes as he touched her cheek, him being cold had never been better. She shook her head slowly. She didn't want him to leave. She looked at him and then with her good hand she picked up his and held it to her forehead. She let out a small mmmmm sound. It felt so much better now. She smiled weakly at him, she would be better soon.

Philippe watched her a little confused until she placed his hand on her forehead. Then he smiled slightly. "I see." Then gently kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry...I wasn't to keep you from being hurt..."

Amy looked to him with soft eyes. He shouldn't be the one apologizing, it was her abusive ex that was the cause of all of this. She couldn't speak because of the breathing tube, she wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault at all.

As if on cue a nurse came in and worked swiftly speaking lightly to Amy. "Well it seems you are doing better and can breate on your own.. Do you want me to get that out of there?"

Amy nodded eagerly she closed her eyes and listened to the nurses instructions and listened for the three. She exhaled but it didn't work she still coughed quite a bit. Her voice was sore but the nurse gave her some ice chips. They felt amazing. She smiled and thanked the nurse as she left.

Philippe stood back as the nurse came in to take out the tube in Amy's throat. He never let go of her hand though and looked concerned when she coughed like that. "Amy? Are you alright?" His voice concerned again after she'd stopped coughing as much.

Amy looked over to him and nodded. She felt a lot better even though her throat was super sore. "It isn't your fault" She didn't recognize her own voice. It was dry and scratchy. She used her good hand and took some more of the ice chips. "mm thats better" she said with a small smile.

Philippe blinked slightly. "How is it not my fault?" His voice ringed with guilt and his eyes were still a slight crimson color.

Amy looked over at him "it is the fault of that..." she paused, there were no words to describe him. He was the worst lowest person on the planet. He hurt her more then once and he enjoyed it. "you defended me... it was my fault the shield broke..." She then looked to him and touched his hand "maybe once I get out of here I can finally give you some of your payment..." she said softly. His eyes were still red and she knew he was thirsty.

Philippe looked at her caringly, not really believing it wasn't his fault. He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it softly. "You will be healthy before I will drink from you....I will not hurt you..."