Chapter 17: Side Effects

Mia's POV

Sol offered me another one after that. This time, it was a bag of O positive. The taste wasn't as rich and good as the Rh-negative, but it was still good. He then offered me another one and another one.

Each time he ripped open the bag to give it to me, I could feel myself growing hungrier and hungrier. I was ravenous for it like I had never eaten a day in my life. I could feel my stomach tightening each time the blood ran down my throat.

My throat was dry and wet at the same time, and I could barely see or hear anything other than the blood in front of me. It was on the third bag that I dissolved into a coughing fit and held my hand in front of my mouth.

My eyes shot to Sol. The expression in his eyes affirmed what I was thinking. There was confusion laced there, along with a concern of sorts. I knew he was able to read my emotions very clearly at that moment.

It was sort of a comforting thing. If I didn't know how I was feeling at that exact moment, I could just