Aftermath
"Idiot," Ariel muttered. He was better off than most of them. Sooty but he hadn't used up a lot of blood because he'd been on fucking logistics which was neither here nor there. Either way, he grabbed Amadeus around the middle and hauled him away from the injured.
He picked up his lover bridal style and carried him upstairs to disappear into one of the private boxes. Maybe it was good that he hadn't used up as much blood as the others. That way, as he settled his lover on one of the chaises, he could nestle in with him and hold out a wrist, insisting, "Feed."