Shit. Damon could already tell that he had taken more blood from Elena than he meant to. Her body was loose in his arms, and his finger had already closed up, in the absence of her taking the healing drops of his blood. He pulled free of her, taking a seat on a nearby bench and pulling her across his lap.
"Elena, you've lost too much blood," he said, his voice strong. He bit into his finger again, deeper this time, and pressed in between her lips.