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Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.

[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

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[Frankie follows him up without any issue, a little flushed from the exertion but not out of breath. He closes the door behind him as he joins Chris inside the apartment, fishing in a pocket and not bothering to look around.]

Might wanna get a cup.

[Cryptic? Maybe not. Frankie's holding a couple of alcohol pads and a pocketknife.]

[Nodding obediently, Chris walks into the kitchen to get a cup, cleaning the inside of it with his vest as he walks back into the room. Something to do with blood, then. The alcohol pads tip him off.] Right, d'you want me to...what do I do?

[He's got a sleeve rolled up, scrubbing at the skin of his forearm with the little square of cloth. Once he's satisfied by that he swipes it along the blade of the knife, and looks up to take the cup from Chris' hand.]

Cure's in my blood. Shouldn't take much... hope you don't mind not taking it direct. I'm still not sure how many there're gonna be, a line of bites could get dangerous.

[He'd really rather NOT go putting his mouth on another bloke in any sort of way.]

S'fine, mate, I don't mind.

[Honestly, Frankie appreciates that. He makes the cut quickly, cleanly-- not something he's done before himself, but way back when he'd had a few still-human friends who could be counted on for a drop here and there, he remembers how to find a spot that will bleed enough but not cause too much damage-- and moves the cup under before it can drip on the carpet. He tilts it, the blood pooling in a corner of the bottom. It shouldn't take much at all; and after a moment he holds it out with his uninjured arm, turning the other so the cut just drips slowly across his skin.]

Not gonna lie. It'll feel like the whole fucking sun hitting you in the chest.

[Frankie remembers it, remembers struggling and gasping for breath as the blood had burned its way through him, bringing him back from the dead. He doesn't envy these people the experience.]

[Unavoidably, Chris's hand shakes as he takes the cup from Frankie, making sure he gets a hold of it. He doesn't want to drop it. But he is very seriously thinking about what would happen if he just didn't drink it.

He could deal, right? Stay out of the sun, keep going on bagged stuff? He likes the sun, though, and he doesn't like avoiding work because people make him uncomfortable now. He especially can't stand the idea of Ray still being wary of him, or for that matter, what Ray would say if he found out that Chris had held a cup full of the cure in his hand and refused to drink it because he was scared.]

I-I should prob'ly sit down, then, yeah? [He smiles weakly. His attempt at a joke.]

Not a bad idea. I got thrown across a room myself, but whatever works.

[The thin-lipped smile he offers in return isn't much stronger, but the look he shoots Chris is obviously apologetic, before he turns his attention to wiping the small wound down with the quickly-drying swab, not even flinching at the alcohol burn, and covering it up with a bandage.]

And... well, I can't ask for much but... I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell people how it works. Trying to keep it under wraps so I don't have anyone out for my blood.

[Looking ill, Chris goes to sit down in an armchair, holding the cup in both of his hands.]

Yeah, don't worry. Won't do that, not after you doin' this for me.

[He looks down at the cup.]

Um...y'want me t'give you time t'leave or sommat? Can't be too much fun watchin' loads of people...be cured or...that.

Rather stick around and make sure it works. I can come back, if you want...

[He shifts, shrugs. No one really likes to be seen in moments of distress, but he needs to be sure before he can go on about the rest of this.]

[He nods.] No, s'okay.

[He's so afraid all the time anyway that he doesn't mind too much looking like a pansy, and he doesn't particularly want something to go wrong and Frankie not to be there. He licks his lips nervously, stares at the cup for a while longer, and then downs the blood like it's a shot.

Then he screams, doubling over and then plastering back against the chair. It feels like he's on fire, only on the inside. He can't remember ever feeling so awful in his life. Frantically trying to catch his breath, and clawing lightly at his chest, he makes small sobbing noises, dropping the cup and not noticing.

And then the pain starts to fade, his heart actually beating again. He wouldn't have even noticed that before all of this happened. He collapses into the chair, exhausted and still trying to breathe.]

Jus'........need t'breathe. ...would be daft dyin' from that...

[Frankie manages not to look embarrassed, and certainly he doesn't think any less of Chris for the reaction. He's been there himself. At least it hasn't been so long for the other man, and it seems to be over faster than it was for him. Or maybe it just doesn't seem so long because it isn't him feeling it. Who knows. He nods, rather relieved as Chris' breath starts to even out.]

Your body'll remember how. Just takes a minute. All right?

[Still looking a bit shell-shocked, Chris nods and keeps trying to breathe.] Okay. [The worst of it is over and he's alive.]

Good.

[He breathes out, a quiet sigh. It's not that he thought it wouldn't work, but... One down. It's a relief.]

I'd better get on to the rest, if you're good here.

Yeah. [Chris's breathing is finally regulating.] M'fine. Thank you. Really. Thanks.

It's nothing.

[Frankie nods. The least he can do is clear this mess up, really, and he feels a bit better for having done so.]

I'll head out then. Don't see why you shouldn't be fine, but if anything comes up lemme know.

Alright, Frankie. [Chris stands up carefully to be polite and follow Frankie to the door.] Anythin' I can do for you from now on, jus' let me know.

Sure thing. [Frankie steps out the door, turning to nod. He doesn't plan to; mainly because really, he doesn't feel like Chris is in his debt.] Take care.

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