"You never know. I survived, pretty much, if you consider that I was a vampire during the second. I've done a lot of things in the dreams. I was held prisoner for five years as some sort of mad science experiment too." Not a single fucking person came to look for him either. Supposedly, he left everyone and let them all down. They could all blow him, cause he couldn't begin to count the times that they left him.
"It looks good on you." He turned over when Alex was done. The wounds on his chest were covered over, fusing together. His face was beginning to look better, and the color was returning to it.
"Come down here." He still didn't want to move much with the long gash in his back, but he wanted more than needles and stitches.