The following afternoon, Dad woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.
"John?" He called, noticing the curtains shielding him from the rest of the room.
"I'm on the other side of the curtains, Dad." John said, his voice muffled by the covers.
Dad sat up and looked around, noticing the IV pinned in his arm.
"Oh goodness… How did we get in this mess?"
"I don't know. I should be the one asking you."
Dad gave John a nasty glare from behind the curtains and rolled his eyes, lying back down on the bed.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Now that they've found us, do we have to move back home?"
"We might have to, John." Dad replied, leaving John silent.
The two of them didn't know how to continue.
"Dad…" John mumbled darkly, "You did something to me two nights ago. What was it?"
Dad let out a deep sigh, and remained silent for a while before he responded.
"John, I… I bit you, and now…"
"You did WHAT?!"
He attempted to scream, but hissed in pain. He was too weak.
"Son, don't pressure yourself. You're so fragile."
Dad pulled the covers off of himself, and walked out of the curtains and to his son's bedside.
"Get away from me!" John screeched, waving his left arm in front of him as an attempt to shoo him away.
"John, you're acting ridiculous! Just let me see you."
John stirred in the covers, hiding himself under the covers and locking his grip on the tips of the sheets. Dad laid a hand on John, and removed the sheets quickly. John stared up at him, his red eyes gleaming up at him.
"I can't believe this."
"Can't believe what?" John snapped back, feeling his dad place his thumb near where he had bit him.
He slowly rubbed his thumb against the bite marks, seeing John wriggle a bit in pain. He shushed him, and sat down on the bed next to John. He brought his other hand to John's mouth, and pushed down on his fangs that were not yet fully developed. John let out a painful screech, as Dad felt as sharp edge collide against the layer of skin on his index finger. He pressed down harder, noticing John taking heavier breaths and almost glowing a bit. Dad quickly moved his hand away, not wanting his son to taste the blood he had to share. John glared up at his dad, trying to calm himself down. He licked his lips.
"John, I understand this might be different for you, but you will soon have to learn what it means to be a-"
"Vampire, I know." John sighed, pulling the covers back up to his chin.
The nurse came in soon after, directing Dad back to his bed.
"Talking with your son, I see." She said, tucking him in, and taking out the IV.
He cringed at the feeling, and replied, "Yes."
The nurse smiled. "Is your son alright? He seems very weak."
"Yes, yes. He's perfectly alright."
John rolled his eyes at this.
"Wonderful. When do you think about leaving?" She asked.
"Soon, I'm hoping."
The nurse nodded and walked out of the curtains and to John.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked.
John gave a weak nod as she placed her hand on his forehead.
"Hmm… You're alright. Very cold, but alright. I'll turn on the heater."
She walked over to the space heater and turned it on, giving John a warm smile in return.
"You get some rest. I will be in the office if you need me."
John gave her a quick nod, and buried himself in the pillows. Dad slowly turned to face his son through the curtains.
"We leave for home in the morning."
"Okay, dad." John whispered, looking around the room.
"I'm sorry you have to be in such a critical condition. They don't know how to take care of you."
"How would you know?"
"…I just do."
John groaned and turned to face away from the curtains.
"Goodnight, Dad." He retorted, trying to fall back asleep.
"When I mean home, I mean back to where we used to live." Dad continued.
"I get it." John replied, and remained silent.
Dad looked down at the ground, and positioned himself normally onto the bed.
"Forgive me, John." He murmured. "Forgive me for what I have made of you."
"…" Everything was silent.
