Standing up, Damien goes over to the duo of whom the guy was looking weaker by the scond. He wondered if it was the bite that he recieved. Was the bite harmful to everyone? What exactly a cursed ones bite do to cause this?

He looks to the two as he kneels before the two. As he examines him. "He's been like this for about four to five minutes at most." He notifies her. As much as Damien didn't want to based on his training alone, he feel the only course of action to save his life was to let him drink from him. They saved many lives tonight and it was the least that could be done. 

So with much thought given,  Damien makes up his mind and holds out his arm for the guy. "If you need blood. Take some of mine. At least enough to get back on your feet. I got to warn you, I did drink tonight."