"Alright, that's enough." He insisted as he brought you away from the doors to a room where a patient sat with a large gash in their arm, blood dripping down their forearm and staining the fabric of their uniform. In the few years he'd know you after John had rescued you from CIPHER after they'd nabbed you from your job as a medic, he had taken on a role as your handler or at least the person who you used as your own personal blood bag when you were hungry and couldn't subtly drink from a drugged up patient in the hospital who would be none the wiser about the little amount of blood you were taking while you operated on them. You'd resumed your duties as a medic and it wasn't entirely well known that CIPHER experiments had left you akin to a vampire and both John and Kaz had tried to keep it that way. He held your hand and squeezed it for your attention and with his free hand, he tugged down his collar and jerked his head in the direction of the exit doors. He waited for you to nod and he smiled slightly in relief as he began leading you away from the injured individuals. As he pushed open the exit door and led you to a corner behind the hospital, he began muttering to himself about how he needed to get you more blood bags and that how this wasn't a permanent solution. He huffed and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he angled his neck for you, the faded scars of your teeth marks still sat discoloured among the tan of his skin. A couple strands of his blonde hair sat out of place and he brushed it back into place with an anxious tic, you'd seen him get jittery when he had to get shots for any reason and the same fear seemed to carry over to this as well. Though he took a huffing breath and bit his tongue as he waited for you to take what you needed.