Rachel still wasn't quite awake, but her mind still ran through the numbers. Pints of blood in the human body, rate of flow, the number of pints a person can lose before losing consciousness, she counted the seconds, estimating how much he was drinking and how fast. Eventually, she had to start to pull her arm away, putting a shield between her skin and his teeth. It was hard, but she did it.

"Aidan, please, baby, tell me you're okay. Please." She was going to need a couple of stitches in her wrist, but now that she had her powers she could stop the flow of blood until that could happen. "Aidan?"