He needed to drink straight from the vein.
And that was a risk none of them were willing to take while he was in such a volatile state.
It wasn't until she stood before his door, hand hovering just short of the handle, that she realized that this was a sacrifice she was willing to make. She was doing this for him because he was a friend, a good one, who wouldn't hesitate to do the same for her, had she been in his position. And unlike her, he actually had a family who would worry if he didn't survive this.
Nieah came even closer, her heart pounding violently in her chest, each beat loud in her ears. Her mind ran relentlessly through everything that could go wrong simply by her being here alone. He might be chained, bound tightly to the bedframe, but that did nothing to lessen the danger he posed. If anything, it made it worse. She had read enough about vampires lost to bloodlust to know how unpredictable they became, how being restrained could turn them even more feral.
