---- Chapter 7 Ally Gomez POV: \"Branson, are you hurt?\" Kennedy cried, her hands fluttering over his back where his shirt was already starting to smolder. \"Oh my god, we have to get you to a hospital!\" Branson' s jaw was tight, his face pale with pain, but he forced a reassuring smile for her. VI' m fine, Ken. Don' t worry. It' s nothing.\" He was more concerned about her being upset than about the angry red burns already forming on his skin. | watched them, this perfect couple forged in a crucible of lies and my own personal ruin. The sight of his selfless anct, an act he would never, in a million years, have performed for me, was the final, suffocating nail in the coffin of my past self. | couldn' t take another second of it. | stood up. \'Where are you going?\" Branson's voice was sharp, and his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. | looked down at his hand on my arm, then back up at his face. \"To see a man burn himself for a woman who isn't me? No thanks. I'm not a fan of tragic comedies,\" | said, my voice dripping with a sarcasm so cold it surprised even myself. He flinched as if ' d slapped him. He stared at me, his grip ---- loosening slightly. VJust go,\" he said, his voice flat | pulled my wrist free. \"Gladly,\" | sneered, and walked away without looking back. | expected a quiet night, a small reprieve from the constant torture. But around midnight, my phone rang. It was Branson. \'Get to Kingston General Hospital. Now,\" he ordered, his voice frantic and cold. \"And don't be late.\" He hung up before | could ask what was wrong. A foolish, traitorous flicker of concern made me go. Maybe he was hurt worse than he let on. Maybe he needed me. He had summoned me like a walking, talking blood bag. \"Branson, no,\" | started to protest, but he wasn' t listening. ---- He half-dragged, half-shoved me into a small room where a nurse was waiting with a needle. \"You can' t just-\" \'Do it V he snarled at the nurse, his eyes wild. He physically held me down in the chair as | struggled. \"Take as much as you need.\" The needle slid into my arm. | watched, horrified, as my blood, my very life force, was siphoned from my body to save the woman who had helped orchestrate my destruction. \'That's enough,\" the nurse said nervously after two bags were filled. \"We' re at 1000cc. Anymore would be dangerous for the donor.\" Vl don' t care,\" Branson snapped, his eyes fixed on the bag of blood as if it were holy water. \"Take one more. For a reserve. |' Il pay for whatever she needs.\" The nurse hesitated, but Branson' s glare was menacing. The needle stayed in. | felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. The room started to spin, the edges of my vision going black. The last thing | saw before | passed out was Branson' s face, his expression one of pure, unadulterated relief, not for me, but for the blood that would save his true love. | woke up in a hospital bed, an IV drip in my hand. 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