"You're breaking into some good dreams," Damon managed, wiping at his mouth reflexively. He felt awful, looked awful, and still managed a joke. He couldn't do much else.
He tried to open his eyes more. Blue and red didn't go together when it came to eyes. "Lost my phone. Been here for a bit. I'm tired." He'd been up a couple of days, really since Alex saw him last. "Got some of the good stuff?" It was blood that he needed. That was how he healed. He could take a bag, or take a vein. He needed something to trigger the natural healing and to combat whatever stuff those things were made of.
He also liked Alex working on him. He'd allow it, and he needed it just as much.