Eloise didn't experience delirium. It confirmed my reassurance knowing she didn't either when Damon gave her a drop of his blood.
Two days have passed, and her ice hasn't come out. She was sleeping peacefully the rest of the time. I cleaned her up and changed her clothes so that she could have a more comfortable rest.
I don't know how long her slumber would take, and I worry she might be under another condition. But so far, she wasn't in pain, she looked healthy.
I wish I could spend time with nothing else on my mind as I cater to my wife, but I was in a mental turmoil. I couldn't eat, sleep, or even shut my eyes just for a bit.
Damon had set his claws in, like a fucking disease; he has complicated everything. He knew I wouldn't let him live if I found out he had eyes for Eloise, so he resorted to this.
My blood didn't work, which could only mean she no longer craved just mine. Eloise is in my bed, with me, but she has never felt so distant.
