Brooke gasped slightly as he pressed her head down to meet his wrist, but decided it was best not to fight it. God, she hoped he didn't have AIDS... She lifted one hand to hold his arm gently, wrinkling her nose as she forced herself to swallow the thick, metallic tasting liquid. It tasted horrible and she honestly wanted this to be over. She didn't know why he was making her do this, but she didn't like it whatever it was. After a moment, when she thought she'd choke if she tried to swallow any more, she pulled back, blood smeared around her lips.