"Moore," I instinctively reply, and then step quickly forward, eyebrows pinched.

"Shit— Sam, you're bleeding." And don't ask me how that's possible when she's a vampire, but it's right there in front of me. I heft the pack off one shoulder and hastily pull open the zipper so I can jerk out one of the pieces of clean bandage I'd packed just in case.

"Here, just—" I falter with the fabric lifted between us. "Is that... Are you crying?"

Not that I could blame anyone for that today.