It seemed it would take at least six weeks to heal no matter what he did and if he was lucky the bone healed at all. He appreciated her attempt to comfort him, taking this as a sign to be more positive. "Yes. I am sure to heal if someone doesn't try to kill me again," he said. "Better my breaking an arm than Mrs. Kelley losing her baby or being in critical condition." He would hate himself if he had not been able to do something and what he said had come true. Technically he was already dead, but still wanted to help the living as always.
"At least you have some variety." He thought of Frankie and wondered if every vampire fed on their loved ones. Did she really feel not guilty when she drank someone else's blood? The idea of him doing that to a person went against a lot of morals he had. "I see." He reached out a hand to take the blood from her and had a couple of sips of it, the taste welcome in his mouth. "Oh, that's good." Different from animal or human. "Thank you for this."