[He's breathing heavily, his stomach turning, as he watches Petre drink his blood with such obvious greed. It's disgusting and erotic all at once, makes his skin prickle with goosebumps, and he doesn't know from which they come. That sound Petre makes doesn't help anything, and that's when he yanks his arm back and presses the opposite hand to the wound immediately.]
Get - [He is woozy, little stars in his vision for a moment.] - get a towel or something.
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Get - [He is woozy, little stars in his vision for a moment.] - get a towel or something.