"I'm pretty sure the only reason you give a flying fuck at a rolling donut whether I live or die is the damn Council," he snapped. He was right, though. Herrick was right, and that SUCKED. He was going to die if he didn't get the wound healed. He knew it in his gut. He rolled his eyes at the not fighting like a man comment.. though that action nearly caused him to go to his knees. Note to self - do not roll your eyes when losing blood. He wanted to make some smart-ass comment about how the guy was gay, how he was married to a prissy, flaming dude, and how that was VERY not manly --but he couldn't string the words together correctly.
He did not wobble. He did not fall over. He stood, planted in the checkered floor like a tree. And slowly, he removed the shirt and his hand. The blood bubbled and flowed, and Seth concentrated on remaining upright.. his dark eyes trying to bore holes into the vampire's skull.
He would've given his left nut for Superman's laser vision right then.