"No." Winnie said.
"I second her no." Dennis said raising his hand.
"Guys, come on, I'm gonna be dead by sunset already, we're just wasting time," Donna said shifting to pull herself up. "now you can drain me before or after the morphine, I recommend after the morphine, bitter, but a very pleasing aftertaste and low pain for myself."
"I don't care! I'm not killing someone!" Dennis said turning his back.
"My death is in vain if I don't do something with what's left," Donna practically begged. "I'm going to die, you can't save me, no one can! Your selfish choices aren't worth it! Kill me, and go make a child, make my death, a life!"
Dennis just tuned her out, but then he felt a grasp on his shoulder.
"No." Dennis whispered.
"She's right." Winnie muttered.
"How can you say that? You know her!" Dennis hissed.
"Just think of it as repaying my debt for the bus crash!" Donna teased in a loud hiss with a hand to her mouth. "In case you don't get it! We can still hear your argument!"
"Yeah well an accident shouldn't be reason for your death." Dennis muttered arms crossed.
"It already is!" Donna pleaded. "I don't have much time, please."
"Would you want this without the ruptured aorta?" Dennis questioned. "Tell me."
Donna sighed, both from exhaustion of the argument, and her dying body.
"Edward, my husband, he died in Afgan, he promised me I'd have a baby, but, we never succeeded, he's gone, and my child never could be," Donna said starting to cry again, but this time for her husband. "I would gladly give my life knowing a new child would be brought into this world."
Dennis lightly shook his head, not in denial, but disbelief.
"Life gives us way to much," Winnie said. "but it took so much from you, how?"
Donna smiled.
"You just gotta rise above it, you just buck it up, and hope you don't fuck it up." She said. "That's what Ed always said to me."
Dennis lips twitched with an avoided smile.
"You're doing this for us, can we do anything for you?" Dennis asked.
Donna thought about it, there was only one thing she needed settled, so she grabbed a pen and paper.
"Read this when I'm gone." Donna said handing him the letter.
Vlad realized he had to leave the room, blood so fresh leaving the veins, it was torture to him. Dennis positioned himself next to Donna's neck, he let tears fall as he bit in.
"AAAaah! ah, I," She said gasping slightly. "thank you."
Winnie held Donna's hand and gave a light kiss on the back of it.
"Thank you." Winnie whispered back.
Dennis felt cup after cup rush from his fangs, all the way to his body, he could feel a strength like no other hitting him, but he needed more, he needed a gallon at least. Donna gave one final breath before her eyes closed, leaving only Winnie and Dennis. Dennis wished to stop, but he couldn't.
"Come on." Winnie whispered putting Donna's hand back on the bed. "Work. Work!"
Dennis finally reached a point where blood stopped flowing, his eyes moved to her complexion, now pale white with skin pulled taut. After a few minutes, the final drop was drained.
"Ah!" Dennis said wiping his mouth clean. "Vlad! How long will this last?"
Vlad came back in and looked at the edge of the horizon.
"Ironically you both also have till sundown, better get . . . Well you know." He said shrugging.
"Winnie," Dennis began, but Winnie shushed him with a finger.
"Go brush your teeth, meet me back at the hotel, we have around 3 or 4 hours," She said looking at her watch which read 4. "But be quick."
