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Before Dennis opened his eyes he already had a pounding in his head that he could feel deep into his skull. A blaring alarm is surrounding his room, reaching over he manages with a fumbling hand to shut it off before sitting up despite the protest of his body. Catching sight of his phone on the bedside table his heart clenches, shit he's late to work. Scrambling to stand up he has to grasp the bed frame to rebalance himself, its been to long since he last fed. Usually vampires can last a week on a good feed but due to his lack of access to blood he is on the wrong side of his second week.
Managing to put on some clothes that smell clean enough he makes his way out the apartment, Santos must already be at work. His ride on the bus passes quickly through a haze of sweet smelling blood from fellow passengers.
As he staggers into the Pitt a rough voice cuts him from his thought "nice of you to join us", looking up he reaches the eyes of Dr Robby. He mumbles a quick apology and makes his way to the lockers to put his stuff away, taking a deep breath he doesn't really need to centre himself before moving back to the floor.
"Whitaker can you stitch up room 3" Robby says more of a demand than a question, nodding he makes his way over. The first thing that hits him is the smell as he opens the door, fresh blood penetrates his senses as his mouth fills with saliva. Stalking forward he takes a shaky breath and introduces himself , his hands tremble as he reaches for the suture kit. He works swiftly, ensuring his stitches are even. As he finishes he goes through the care instructions to keep it from getting infected and hastily retreats from her room.
Maybe he can sneak out to the blood bank and steal a couple expired bags, they don't fill him up the same as fresh but he it doesn't matter at this point. Dennis couldn't imagine taking a fresh bag despite the way he craves it, he knows other people need it more than him. He look around and try's to see a possible escape route. "car crash, heavy bleeding from abdominal area. He was T-boned by another driver". Whitaker rushes to the side of the bed as the paramedics read off his stats, already moving to insert a iv for fluids. As the needle pierces the skin he has to look away, imagining what his fangs would be like sinking into his arm. Shaking his head he hooks up the bag to the drip. In his gaze he can see doctors moving around him to keep the patient stable, a rough large hand grasps his neck and moves him out the room.
"well?" Dennis blinks up at Robby,eyebrows furrowing in confusion. has he missed something? "I asked you a question" Robby's eyes burned into his. "could you repeat the question sir?". Robby's hand tensed around his shoulder, bordering on painful "can you go get him some more blood, he needs more urgently". Dennis's eyes widen, this is his opportunity. Nodding he declares "yes i can doctor Robby". Raising an eyebrow Robby jerks his head towards the door "go".
As Dennis climbs the stairs his heart pangs in anticipation, hes finally gonna feed. He slowly opens the door and thanks whatever God is up there that its empty. He opens the fridge and the scent of blood makes him light headed, with unsteady hands he grasps a bag and moves to the side of the fridge. Ensuring he cant be seen from the door he slowly raises the blood bag to his mouth and he feels his fangs lower. He pounces on the bag, his teeth pierce the bag with a small hiss as the air is released. Moving his mouth slightly he positions his mouth over the holes and draws the blood into his mouth, he groans as the first taste of copper meets his tongue. He can feel his cheeks warm as the cool blood melt down his throat.
Dr Robby looked around the ER, where the hell was Whitaker. He was sure he said urgently, so what was taking so long? luckily the patient is stable but the extra blood would be a big help. Making his way up the stairs two at a time he soon makes it to the room. It looks uninhibited with the light off, he presumes it empty and turns away until a groan makes him pause. Slowly he opens the door, allowing the light from the doorway cast a glow across the floor. Creeping forward, his gaze lands on a body hunched over. It looks inhuman, he sees long teeth belonging to a almost white face, sucking intensely on a blood bag. Robby staggers backwards banging his back on a table causing its contents to clang together and alert the creature. His eyes meet dark animal like ones before they flash with fear.
Its Whitaker. Robby cant form the words to express the inner confusion he feels. "shit!" Dennis hunches over as his back hits the wall, his arms spread and he grasps the wall behind him "Dr Robby, fuck". His large blue eyes are bloodshot and practically black with hints of red seeping through, "I..I, sir I-" Dennis shuts his eyes and throws his head back against the wall showing off his neck that is covered in small trails of blood that have seeped out the bag.
Robby clears his throat "Whitaker, what are you-" he cuts himself off, what is he supposed to say. Are you a vampire? He settles on "are you stealing blood?" Whitaker shakes his head "No! I wouldn't" With a raised eyebrow Robby states "that's what it looks like to me"
Dennis groans and looks up and whispers "I'm sorry" his eyes glisten with tears threatening to spill over "I was desperate, i haven't fed for weeks. It's affecting my work and concentration. I'm really sorry Doctor Robby". Robby reaches over with a slow, hesitant hand and grasps his shoulder "well we cant have it effecting your work". The younger man blinks up at him startled. "but you cant steal from the blood bank" "i know sir-" "ah ah" a soft voice cuts him off "you need blood? take it from me"
Whitaker shakes his head aggressively "i cant do that, I've never fed from someone before" Robby steps back and tilts his head "how do you usually eat?" Dennis blushes before shyly stating "back at home i would feed from animals in the barn, i hated it but i had to. Now its usually squirrels or rats from the park" he shrugs "they don't fill me up that much but they have to do" he trails off embarrassed glancing at Robby to see his dark eyes catch on to his. "Whit- Dennis, next time come to me. You need to eat, find me okay" Nodding at the command he mutters "yes, thank you Dr Robby. I appreciate it"
Dipping his head Robby turns away from him before locking eyes again "come find me before it gets this bad again, okay kid" he walks out the room before he can get a reply. Dennis takes a deep breath and grabs another blood bag to take back downstairs. How the hell was he supposed to get through this shift now knowing Robby knew what he was and Robby's damn request.