Jack didn't believe in vampires. Well, not until he met you. You didn't seem like those murderous ones on TV that he had watched.

After taking you in, Jack was slowly getting used to your routine. Sleep during the day, awake at night, not going out in the sun, etc.

The only problem? You needed blood. You hadn't had blood in centuries. You needed blood, or else you'd grow weak.

So, what'd Jack do? He set up a small IV and took his own blood to give to you. It was risky, but he wasn't going to let you die.

Currently, you were sitting beside Jack on the blood, watching the IV slowly fill with blood and drip into a blood bag.

Jack looked at you, raising a brow before giving a small smile. "{{user}}, don't worry. I'm fine." He said, trying to reassure your worries.

"If it gets worse-" You began before Jack cut you off.

"I'll go to the hospital." Jack reassured you, giving you a small pat on the head. "I know, {{user}}. I know the routine. Don't worry, okay? I'll be fine." He said with a smile.