BATTLE - Peter & John
Everything looked blurry and shiny, and he could kind of hear a voice nearby, hollow and echoing like everything else, like his head was underwater. Hands were groping at his chest, stirring memories of clawed hands holding him down. The tiny flare of panic was enough to make him try to push the person away, but his hands were clumsy and feeble and he could barely move them with any level of control.
Slowly, the voice registered as someone familiar; John. John was a doctor, not a vampire. He was safe then. He relaxed again, limbs going limp. "'m bleeding," he slurred out. He needed to tell John so he could fix it. He was so tired, though. Maybe he could just sleep while the end came. That wouldn't be so bad.