A bomb.
"How are you feeling?" Soren says.
“What are you doing?” I try to push his hands away.
“Gotta look after you first, Eve,” he says. “Of all the people here, you’re the most important.”
Soren goes to someone else lying on the floor beside me, bloody.
A medic checks me over, examining me with a scope, checking my eyes and ears, while someone put a blood pressure cuff on my arm. Beside me, Soren leans over a man on the ground, blood flowing from a cut on his forehead. He places his hands over the man's head and presses as if to staunch the flow. He turns and catches my eye and for a moment, he seems to struggle as if fighting something.
Sharon arrives and rushes to my side.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," she says as she kneels down beside me.
"I'm fine," I say, waving her off. I want to question Soren, who's busy helping medics treat the wounded.
I follow him to one of the injured. He pushes the medic aside and lays his hands on the man's arm where a wound bleeds. Soon, the bleeding stops.
He's healing the injured...
I step back, shocked at what I'm witnessing. He stands up and tries to walk past me to another of the injured.
"Who are you?"
Soren pauses and regards me with a look of impatience.
He pushes me aside. "Figure it out yourself. When you do, give me a call and we'll have a little heart to heart. But you can tell Vasquez to stop tempting me. Tell him I have my own plans."
Sharon takes my arm and pulls me away.
"What are you doing? You should be seeing a doctor."
"I’m fine," I say.
She drags me outside the building where we stand, trying to collect ourselves. She checks me over, and then we take a taxi to the hotel.
Back at the hotel, I go to the bathroom to inspect myself and see the extent of my injuries. I run a finger over my forehead, remembering falling rock and flying shrapnel, warm blood on my hands when I touched the wound. There's only a thin silvery line stretching from my scalp to my ear where the wound was. It looks like a very old scar, barely visible – like Julien's. I run a finger along it and feel an almost imperceptible seam.
Soren healed the cut with his own hands. There's no other explanation.
I sit on my bed and try to comprehend what happened and what exactly Soren is. While I do, there's a knock at my door. I open it to admit Sharon.
"How are you?" she says, inspecting my face. "You look pretty good considering the amount of blood on your clothes."
"Soren healed me." I point to the scar and she peers at it closely.
"Are you sure?" She touches the scar gently.
I nod. "That wasn't there before."
She sits on the bed and shakes her head.
"I don't know what the heck he is, but no vampire I know of can do that. We have to contact someone in the SCU with this information."
I rub my new scar.
“He said I should tell Vasquez to stop tempting him. That he has his own plans.”