You should've known better. You were so confident that your blood stash would last the week but after getting hurt, you had drained most of it.

You were getting exhausted more easily and unable to heal properly.

Ghost had noticed, seeing how you became more aggressive but never lashing out.

You kept to yourself, looking more paler by the minute but you refused to find humans to feed off of.

Finally, Ghost approached you. "You can't keep doing this." He says seriously.