[center]“You have the option to leave if you want to.” Ryanair murmured softly as he kept his eyes closed, he didn't like the way Clara had all but clamped shut. It was true the sight was terrifying and it would stay with him for nights to come, it was just...hard to focus right then. The memories of loud voices and bodies grinding against his own -the smell of alcohol and cigar filling his nose- it was so clear in his mind. The blonde grit his teeth and continued speaking to Clara, though this time in his mind. [i]”I have no one else, everyone I knew are long dead and even then I wasn't loved by my parents. I owe him my life so I can't just say screw it and run, but if you want to he nor I would blame you. He did something horrible and even though we've begun to heal, I don't want you to stay if it makes you feel panic and unease.”[/i] 

He meant it to. His hand reached out and grabbed Clara’s, his grip loose and barely holding any pressure to it. He was feeling dizzy now and when a cool cloth was placed on his forehead be relaxed with an exhale. Wolff glanced between his patient and the two bags that the needles were hooked to, his jaw tense. This was tricky and if he timed it poorly they'd lose a friend and two people he bitten, he didn't much like those odds. Lye placed a cloth over Clara’s eyes and moved back to stand beside Wolff, her focused on the machine as the doctor removed a sample of blood from Keiran. 

“Let's see.” He all but whispers, the droplet of Kieran's blood is placed on a small circular tray. Wolff moved to take a sample of Ryanair’s blood, then grabbing another tray he does the same and takes a sample of Clara’s. Placing a droplet in both samples he steps back and crosses his arms, the beeping of the machine the only thing filling the silence. 

It was a waiting game now. [/center]
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