“It's okay sweetie, you're sick. But we know what to do about that, don't we?” I grinned down at the flushed girl, brushing some hair out of her eyes. She whined needily, shivering in fear, shaking her head from side to side. “Shh… you’re sick, and you need me to help you… no more resisting…”
“I… but… wait… please… Doctorrr…” Her words were slow. I could feel just how gone she was, how lost. I grabbed her hips and kissed her, silencing her pleas and every little thought in her head.
“Don’t worry darling… I wasn’t really asking.” She moaned blankly as I pulled away, marking some things on her chart. “Continuing treatments for patient… Melissa Riley. Increasing dosage. Response seems unchanged, heat not receding… such a shame...”
I leaned in to whisper into the poor girl’s ear. “You’ll feel soo much better soon…” With one swift motion, my fangs pressed against her neck, leaving her helplessly shuddering in bliss. “So sick, like all the rest… and only I can help you… poor little thing.”
I smiled again, my fangs glistening with fresh blood. So many patients to tend to…