7.1 The Patient's

The intoxicating scent and words of encouragement are more than you can ignore. It's as if all sense of reason and logic leave you. Almost reflexively, you sink your teeth back into his flesh. You're tangentially aware of the Doctor's fingers digging into the sides of your arms. However, you're far too focused on the exhilarating sensation you're experiencing. Your eyes roll back as the sweet liquid continues pouring down your throat. It moves through your effortlessly, seeming to fill every inch of you with warmth. It's not until the man's guttural gasps and groans reach your ears do you pull away. His face is deathly pale, indicating he's near his end. If you progress, there will be no turning back. Doctor Underwood's fingers press into your skin deeper, encouraging you to go on. Exhaling softly, you take a final look at the man's distressed face before plunging yourself back in. Eventually, his gasps subside and the warmth quickly leaves his form. Seeming to partially snap out of your trance, you quickly step away.

"You are one now." You hear the Doctor state placidly. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"One?" You repeat absentmindedly, turning slowly to face the man.

"More than that." He replies in a low, almost lustful tone.

His fingers swiftly wrap around your wrist, pulling you towards him. You're unable to voice protest before his lips fall against your own. Your brow rises in surprise as you feel his hand slide up your arm before sliding behind your back. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, taking in the last few drops of blood that cling to its edges. Shivering visibly, you attempt pushing the Doctor away. Ignoring this, he begins running his tongue down along your neck. His broad frame pressing against your lower half as your back is **** to arch. Staring up hazily at the tile ceilings above, you feel the man hungrily lapping at the blood covering you. A rush of warmth has begun to spread throughout your frame once more. This one is far less mysterious in origin, much as you hate to admit it. Moaning softly, you instinctually arch into the man's touch.

It's not long before his fingers loop beneath the fabric covering your collarbone and pulls it aside. Cold air brushes against your bare chest in contrast to the hot breath on your skin.

"What are you doing?" You mumble, still feeling caught in a daze.

The Doctor remains silent, still taking in what remains of the blood. His tongue flits across one of your nipples, eliciting a soft moan. His **** continues for another minute before he brusquely bulls away. Breathing out slowly, you glance down at your chest as it rises and falls deeply. Blushing, you quickly cover the now spotless skin. The Doctor smirks before licking the remaining residue from his lips. Swallowing nervously, you turn your attention back to the man on the stretcher. Looking over to his heart monitor, you find it's been turned off. Despite any remorse you might feel, the pleasure the feeding brought is indescribable. Glancing back over at the Doctor, you try to gauge his thoughts. His expression remains neutral as he begins working on the body, cleaning up some of the blood and reattaching tubes.

After watching for a moment, you return to the other side of the room. There you change into a clean gown and return to bed. After settling in, you note that the pain and heat have left your body. In fact, you feel infinitely better than you ever have. Even more so than when on the plethora of pain meds you've been all but **** fed. A few minutes later when a nurse comes by to check on the patient, Doctor Underwood is present to explain. According to him, he walked by just as the man began asphyxiating on his own blood. The Doctor did all that he could but was ultimately unsuccessful at saving him. You don't miss the rather skeptical look the nurse throws him before nodding and assisting with the time of ****.

"And how are you feeling?" She turns her attention to you when finished.

"Oh, the same." You lie, fidgeting with the collar of your gown.

The nurse smiles gently before reaching over to assist you.

"I'm sorry you had to see all that." She apologizes while adjusting the fabric around your neck. "We're not usually this crow..."

The nurse's words trail off before she swiftly straightens up. She turns to look at Doctor Underwood again before quickly exiting. Frowning, you gently run a hand along the collar of your gown. Your stomach quickly sinks when you pull it back to find it stained with blood.