7.2 The Doctor's

Biting your lip, you turn your face away from the man, knowing you can't go through with it. He's just an innocent person after all, as far as you know. But the ache in your stomach is significant and undeniable. Turning your head further, you lock eyes with the Doctor. He is not innocent. He is the one who has been dismissing your pain and trivializing your experience.

"What are you doing?" He demands, his fingertips digging into your flesh. "Finish him!"

"No!" You growl before lunging at the Doctor.

You seem to have caught him off guard as you're actually able to push the large man back. Your fingers claw at his clothes, exposing his porcelain neck. Saliva rushes to your mouth as bright blue veins are also made visible. Unable to control yourself, you lunge forward again. The Doctor's hands grab at your arms but are just a moment too slow. The sensation of flesh breaking, followed by the warm gush of blood, is almost orgasmic.

"Get off!" The Doctor hisses, his hands finally making contact.

The sound of fabric tearing is muffled in your ears as you're pulled away. Warm blood and saliva run down your chin as you struggle against the man's grip.

"Let me go!" You demand hungrily, licking at the blood that remains on your lips.

"No." The Doctor seethes before turning you around and slamming you against the wall. "You need to calm down."

Exhaling sharply, you stare back at the Doctor wildly. Your chest rises and falls deeply as you attempt to regulate your breath. The hunger continues gnawing at you, making it difficult to think. Dark crimson blood runs down the Doctor's pale throat, staining his white shirt red.

"I'm so hungry." You moan, the aching in your stomach and head returning.

"Then listen to me." The Doctor orders, pulling you back towards the body. "_Finish _him."

Your face is pressed against the side of the man's oozing neck. The intoxicating scent of his blood too much to take. As your teeth sink back into his flesh, you feel renewed strength take over. Greedily sucking up every drop, you tune out the man's weak groans of agony, Eventually, the pain and hunger subside. Hesitantly, you straighten up, droplets of blood splashing down against the man's face as you move. Heat rushes to your face as warmth leaves his.

"What have I done?" You breathe out slowly, taking a quick step back.

"What needed to be done." The Doctor states matter of factly as he dabs blood from his neck. "It's better this way."

"He's gone. Your voice sounds hollow and confused. "How is that better?"

"Some things cannot be explained yet." Doctor Underwood replies, moving to stand beside you. "Especially given your behavior."

"My behavior?" You quickly turn to face the man with an air of indignation. "I don't know what to think, let alone how to behave after that. After what I did..."

"An apology would be a decent start." The Doctor replies dryly. "That was quite the bite."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." You wring your blood stained hands together nervously. "Although, you did sort of encourage me."

"To drink his blood." The Doctor snaps irately, his deep eyes burrowing into yours. "Not mine."

"You shouldn't be encouraging me to drink anyone's blood!" You exclaim, trying not to look at the puncture wounds on his neck. "You're a Doctor!"

"I fail to see what that has to do with anything." The Doctor smirks before finding and handing you a new gown. "Now, change before someone comes in."

You open your mouth to protest but quickly realize it's futile. However, when you move to go behind the divider he stops you.

"You need to clean the blood off." He explains, pointing over to a tray of gauze and ****.

"I'll bring it with me." You state bluntly taking a step towards them."

"You're wasting time." The Doctor snaps, flipping his wrist over to view his watch. "The nurses will be making their rounds soon."

Throwing the man a cold look, you brush past him and move towards the supplies. Keeping your back turned to him, you hesitantly loosen the ties to your gown. Using one hand to hold the material up, you use the other to run a piece of damp gauze across your stained bosom. You can feel the Doctor's sharp gaze boring into your skin as you continue cleaning yourself. Finally, you're **** to slip the stained garments off before quickly donning the new ones. You finish just in time to hear the door to your room opening. Eyes widening in fear, you quickly stuff the bloody gown and gauze behind an end table before whirling around. A nurse walks around the divider a moment later, looking understandably surprised to see you there.

"What is going on here, Doctor?" She asks, not taking her eyes off you. "And you should be in bed."

"I needed assistance and didn't have time to call for someone." Doctor Underwood interjects. "Lillian was gracious enough to lend a hand."

"It's quite unorthodox to ask a patient for help, Doctor." She replies, sounding thoroughly unconvinced.

"As was the circumstance." The Doctor makes no indication of picking up on the nurse's skepticism. "Poor man was asphyxiating on his fluids. Sadly, even with help I was unable to intervene in time."

"I see." The nurse replies back brusquely before moving to help you back to bed.

Wordlessly, she turns to aid the Doctor once you're settled in. However, it's quite obvious she's far from placated. The time of **** is settled before parties exit. Leaving you alone with the aftermath of your actions.