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His whole body shivering, hands unable to get ahold of his wet clothes to take them off, Scud sat down on his bed. What a nightmare. His mind flashed back to the second Blade sat onto him and he felt the sharp teeth of him breaking the skin of this neck. The hiss of the syringe unloading into Blades neck in return didn't really help to calm him but it seem to stop Blade. At least it made his whole body twiching so he got distracted. The serum should be working fast but Scud wasn't sure if that was enough this time. He saw his life flash infront of his eyes. Again. This seemed to become some kind of a bad habit. Rain fell into his eyes while Blade straightened his back, his eyes still somewhat unfocused. Without another word, he got up and ran. The direction suggested back into the base. Slowly, Scud peeled himself off the ground, knees wobbleing, his hand covering his throat. Something warm mixed with the cold fluid of the rain. Pointing with a shaky hand he asked the hobo "yo, man, you ok?" The man was pale as the moon. "Get home. Dude is on drugs" Nodding, satisfied with the explanation, the man ran away. Bracing himself on the walls while he went home, slightly bend over, he felt the warmth from his hand spreading down his arm. He was loosing blood. Blade had done more damaged then he thought.

Somehow he managed to make his way back into the warehouse, his mind was set on only one irrational thing: sleep. So, instead of patching himself up, he went to his room. And that's where he was now. Starting at the walls, his mind was caught in a loop of the recent events.

Blade felt hysteria creeping up in him. A rather unusual feeling for him. But the second the serum had hit his blood-stream, his senses had come back and for now, his plan was this: more serum, finding Scud and hoping he hadn't killed him. Or worse, infected him. Uncertainty was killing Blade. Did he bit down all the way? Had he drawn blood? Not being able to put it all together, he raced through the warehouse, completely ignoring all the safety as it were. Reaching his quarters, he all but fell face forward into the fridge holding his stash. After two more injections, he started to feel better. At least his mind, his body, the vampire-part in it, was roaring like it always did after he took the shots. And it took his body longer then usual to get over it. So when he finally was able to use his body and mind as a union again, the first thing he noticed was the smell of blood in the air. Scud!

Like a bloodhound, he followed his nose and found Scud sitting on his bed. He looked like a stray dog and reminded him of the day he had first met him: covered in blood, his hair glued to his head, fringes hanging into his eyes and dropping with water, in a state of shock. His hand covered his neck. Standing in the door, Blade called before he entered "Scud? Can I come in?" A slight nod "Sure, B" Raising an eyebrow in question and confusedness, he entered, moving carefully and slow, going down into a crouch a few meters away from Scud. "I'm cool again Scud. You should check these wounds of yours. I can't remember how...what...we should inject you with the retroviral cure just to be safe..." Scud nodded and got to his feet mechanically "Yeah, sure" Blade got to his feet as well, taking a few steps aside to make room for Scud, who turned in the door-frame, looking that Blade. Squinting, he asked "You not coming man?" Blades eyes widened in surprise. He almost had killed the kid, what was going on?

What was going on was also what Scud wondered but instead of wasting more time, he went to the make-shift infirmary. Blade showing up in his room had dragged him back to reality. He looked like is usual self and a huge load had fallen of Scud. Removing his hand from his neck and looking at in a mirror, it didn't even look so bad. And the blood had stopped as it seemed. Two tiny little marks remained when Scud wiped the blood away with a washcloth. Only now he realized that he the stuff everywhere. So he took off his jacket and shirt, now also realizing that he was drained completely. Fucking rain. His hands still shaking, he rummaged for the stuff to inject himself but the bottle fell outta his hands. As much as he hated it, he called for Blade "Yo, man, I think I need a hand" Blade stepped out of the shadows he'd been standing in. "What are you doing man?" "Scud, I almost killed you!" "Yeah but you also saved my sorry ass before. And this wasn't your fault. And now, once again, the mighty smart Scud needs your help in patching me himself together" the last sentence was overflowing with bitterness.

Hesitantly, Blade came closer and took the bottle along with the syringe. He took Scuds arm and injected the serum while almost whispering "Can't believe you still trust me, Scud" "B, you had your hands inside my belly. Whom else can I trust?" "That attitude is going to get ya killed for sure" Blade shook his head, reaching for some gauze and wound-sanitizer. Reaching for the neck, Scud stretched his chin up to give Blade more space "How bad is it?" "Could be worse" "Yeah, not like a few more puncture-marks would distorted me anymo', right?" Scud laughed. "Sorry, man" "Not your fault I took those chicks with me, B. And you're not a doc, so i'll life with a few battle-scars to prove for it" Scud shrugged, his normal sloppy speaking pattern almost back. "Not what I meant but exactly that trust was what I just addressed" B was done with the wounds and gave Scud a nod, who, in returned just turned around, kicked his shoes off his feet and on his way to the showers, he dropped his wet pants. Wondering and pondering, Blade let and sat on the stairs leading to his little space.

Scud spend the better part of an hour in he shower. He was chilled to the bones and it gave him some time to think. He was chilled to the bones and it gave him some time to think. Of course he had understood what B actually meant. He was too trusting. Thing was, if he didn't trust B, what was left? Who was left? No one. In this world he never thought would really exists, this world beyond scary and lonely, B was the only constant thing. His only friend. Scud was willing to lean himself outta the window with this. There was no other way to survive, was there?

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Across the warehouse, on the roof, hidden in the shadows, a figure stood there watching from the distance. Being witness to this all was much better then the original plan. Time to report back to the base. Getting to the daywalker would be childs-play.