Food or Lover (6)

He woke up to a white ceiling and the smell of disinfectants. Having been here enough times, Ringo didn't need to know where he was. He only needed to know that he was still alive. Everything hurt and he felt strange. The world was strangely quiet and his senses were extremely clear.

He could hear Iason shuffling over to check on him.

"Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Ringo didn't know why, but his first answer was thirsty.

"That's to be expected," the doctor said and passed him a blood bag instead of a cup of water. Ringo was puzzled but his thirst flared when he smelled it. Disregarding the common sense, he drank greedily until the blood pack was completely empty.

"Would you like another?"

Ringo wiped his mouth and shook his head, feeling slight pain from the side of his neck. "No thanks. What happened? I thought I died."

Iason sighed. "You did. You're alive but not exactly alive. You can't hear your heartbeat now, can you? T