He blinks, and takes a deep breath. “Well… basically I’m a mess, not much else to tell you really,” he sighs sadly. “William!” I said in a warning tone, he knew I meant business.” “Ok… ok… well it’s just that blood Vincent made me drink, it really messed me up bad. I’ve been a train wreck for weeks. My body’s a total joke,” he says as shakes his head. “I sleep more than you did even when you were fully human.” I took his hand in mine. I was shocked at how hot it was. “Are you running a fever?” I say as I place my hand instinctively to his forehead. He backs away, annoyed by my mothering him. I drop my hand and take a deep breath. “Yeah, I usually do anymore. I just ignore it now.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I eat more human food than blood, and I got a cold twice while we were in Maine. It was like the turn of the century the last time I had a human cold!” “What do Doc and Pratt say about it all?” I fidgeted with my bracelet as I waited for him to answer. “Well Pratt’s trying to figure out what’s going on, that’s part of the reason he’s still here, and for you as well of course,”
