Drake's breathing seemed laboured while he slept, every so often his mouth would twitch or his claws would tense. The plasma runes over his body glistened like stars, often fading out before flooding over his body in a flash of colour, before settling back in.

The door creeked open as Rebecca slunk in quietly.
She looked towards Drake with a worried expression, before she looked towards Alister.
"You look exhausted." She started, looking at the vial as she lifted her hand; the bottle moving on its own and floated over to him. "I can get you a blood bag if you need." She offered, moving to sit on the table with a small smile.
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Andrew only laughed before he took another sip.
"Theyre okay. Nothing like Drake..."