Starving

Shit. Isaac was still shaking as he watched her lose consciousness. He had to do something. Moving over to her cautiously, he scooped her up into his arms and rose, some of his strength returning from having fed from her. Damn it. He was so angry with himself.

Isaac was mostly a blur as he bounded across campus with Tiffany in his arms, taking her to the infirmary. The holes he'd made on her neck had already closed up, and he could have explained it away, but she might need a transfusion...so he told the staff exactly what happened at the risk of getting in trouble. At least they seemed more concerned with stabilizing Tiffany for now.

Isaac was fed several more blood packs before he was allowed to sit by Tiffany's side as she lay on one of the infirmary cots, his eyes a deep, warm brown like the color of melted chocolate. He put his head in his hands and sighed. This was all his fault.​

He sat in silence for a while until he heard her stir, lifting his head from his hands to watch her as she finally opened her eyes. Isaac sighed a breath of relief.

She was going to be okay.

Isaac nodded. "You passed out." He turned his head away and stared at the wall. "I don't think you should be friends with me anymore, Tiffany," he said after a moment. "I'm too dangerous to be around. I could hurt you. I'm better off alone, anyways."

He didn't want to hurt her, and this was the best solution he could come up with; to stay away from her.​

Isaac sighed and looked at her, then away again. "I said I don't think we should be friends, not that I didn't want to be," he muttered, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his head. "You should stay away from me, for your own health. That's just my opinion. You only passed out this time, but what if next time this happens and I kill you?"

He swallowed hard and stared at the ground, leaning his arms on his legs and slumping his shoulders. "I'm not that great of a friend, anyways. People think I'm a creep. I doubt your boyfriend wants you hanging around the likes of me, either."​

Isaac heaved another sigh. "Of course your feelings matter, Tiffany. You're probably the only person whose feelings matter to me." He was kind of her only friend, an unexpected kind of friend for him. Isaac wasn't a warm sort of person, not the personable kind who made friends easily like Tiffany. He considered himself sort of lucky that she hadn't deemed him as creepy, too.

"I'm sorry," he said again, still staring at the floor with the guiltiest expression in the world. He was kicking himself mentally for what a terrible monster he was. He hated himself for it.​

Isaac just nodded as she scolded him for what he'd done to himself. "I'll do better. I promise." He meant it. He pretty much just rolled over and gave her what she wanted, since he owed her at least that much for scaring her and causing her to pass out - whether she admitted to it being his fault or not.

He glanced up at her as she went silent and watched her chew on her lip. "It...yeah," he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry for scaring you. Like I said, I promise I'll start taking care of myself. I'll bite the bullet and drink blood packs every day to keep my aura down and keep myself from getting hungry."​