devilsfool:

☤:the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

First of all, I would never drink blood from a blood bag. It is not fresh. That, my friends, no matter how the hospitals may spin it for you mortals, is dead blood. And I’m not drinking dead blood. Not on your goddamn life. I’ve done it once or twice in my immortality–and that was one or two times far too many. 

You need to understand that dead blood… It’s like if someone gave you rotten vegetables, I suppose, or meat that has almost turned. Sure, you can find a way to eat it, and sure, you probably won’t die–you may get a stomach ache, or feel nauseous–and sure, it will keep you alive. But it isn’t going to be a pleasant experience. 

But the last time I was at the hospital?

Last Tuesday, actually. The young woman who lives down the block from us collapsed on her bike outside at approx. 3am–since we were sitting on the balcony, we heard and saw it happen. Taking her there myself was far faster than calling the paramedics, so that was what I did. 

If you feel the urge to call me ‘hero,’ I won’t object. 

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