I press the gauze, l stop the bleed Yet something stirs, a quiet need I turn my face, l hold my breath Yet hunger lingers, whispers death Their wounds are safe within my hands But l am bound by crimson strands I heal, l help, l play my part Yet thirst still tugs against my heart If they knew the price l pay, Would they trust or turn away? Would they see the girl they love Or fear the thing I'm hiding of? By V. K