“Okay then. What do we do?”
“You have to drink some of my blood,” said Jack. “Which means I get to shed some more, I guess. It’s fine, though.”
“I could instead, if Noah does not mind,” offered Gabe. “You’ve been in enough pain today.”
Jack sat up then, and blinked at Gabe. “I’ll be fine. It doesn’t take much.”
“I don’t mind either way,” ventured Noah.
“I would just as soon do it then,” said Gabe, sitting up as well and reaching out to put a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
Jack looked between them, then smiled suddenly. “Sure. That’s fine, really. I’m glad you two get along. Why don’t I go find a knife or something, then?”
Jack got up out of the bed, leaving Noah and Gabe there together. “You truly don’t mind?” said Gabe after a moment, somewhat hesitantly. “Exchanging blood can be a somewhat intimate act.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Noah. He sat up and put his hand on Gabe’s knee. “I think I’ve said before I’d be happy to give you my blood. I’m happy to take yours as well.”