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"Yes." A new sound darkened his voice, a tone of sheer hatred.
“是的。”一絲新的聲響使他的聲音陰沉起來。那是一種全然的憎恨的語氣。
"She was always in the dark, that's why she didn't remember."
“她幾乎一直待在黑暗里，這就是為什么她什么都不記得了。”
"I know. She understands now." His voice was even, but his face was black with fury.
“我知道。她現(xiàn)在全明白了。”他的聲音很平坦，但他的臉陰沉著，寫滿了狂怒。
I tried to reach his face with my free hand, but something stopped me. I glanced down to see the IV pulling at my hand.
我試圖用我空著的手去夠他的臉，但某樣?xùn)|西阻止了我。我低下頭，看見靜脈注射管正扯著我的手。
"Ugh." I winced.
“呃。”我退縮了。
"What is it?" he asked anxiously distracted, but not enough. The bleakness did not entirely leave his eyes.
“怎么了？”他擔(dān)心地問道。他被分了神，但還不夠。他眼里的陰郁依然沒有完全褪去。
"Needles," I explained, looking away from the one in my hand. I concentrated on a warped ceiling tile and tried to breathe deeply despite the ache in my ribs.
“針頭。”我解釋著，看向別處，不敢再看我手上的針頭。我把注意力集中在一塊扭曲的天花板磚上，試圖不去理會肋骨傳來的疼痛，深呼吸著。
"Afraid of a needle," he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand…"
“害怕針頭。”他低聲對自己說著，搖了搖頭。“哦，一只暴虐成性的吸血鬼，想要把她折磨致死，當(dāng)然，沒問題，她逃出去去見他。另一方面，一根靜脈注射針……”
I rolled my eyes. I was pleased to discover that this reaction, at least, was pain-free. I decided to change the subject.
我轉(zhuǎn)了轉(zhuǎn)眼睛。我很高興地發(fā)現(xiàn)，至少，這個回應(yīng)動作不會讓我疼痛。我決定改變話題。
"Why are you here?" I asked.
“你為什么會在這里？”我問道。
He stared at me, first confusion and then hurt touching his eyes. His brows pulled together as he frowned. "Do you want me to leave?"
他起先困惑地盯著我，然后，痛苦浸染了他的眼神。他皺起眉，他的額頭皺了起來。“你想要我離開嗎？”
"No!" I protested, horrified by the thought. "No, I meant, why does my mother think you're here? I need to have my story straight before she gets back."
“不！”我斷然否認(rèn)，被這個想法嚇壞了。“不，我是說，我媽媽會怎么看待你在這里這件事？在她回來以前，我得把這個故事給理順了。”
