Valentin & Clara
Valentin was on the floor of the bathroom, but he did not care. Since becoming a vampire, he had not been sick and he had forgotten how awful it could be. He just wanted to lay his head on the cool tile floor of the bathroom - no matter how filthy it was - and for the convulsing to stop.
A soft, quiet voice penetrated his misery, accompanied by a ginger knocking. He tried to raise his head, but decided against it. Had he thought to lock the door? Probably not. "Yeah," he croaked. "In the bathroom."