Mitchell didn't answer, not until they were out and safe (as safe as they could be), not until he felt a rush of strength running through his body, tingling in his muscles. And when he did, relief washed over him. His senses cleared and the strength returned to his body.
He leaned against the cool wall of the prison and rested shortly. Then he looked at Ira, not at his eyes, he couldn't do it. "Yes, you died. You..." ...stopped me too late. "I took to much. And... now... you're a vampire. You should feel better soon. Your body still needs to regenerate." He swallowed and looked at the ground. Oh god.