The diagnosis of PTSD was like a loud neon sign above Drake’s head in some way and yet... the vampire shook his head. “Ya Eden is a fucking problem. Always has been always will be. When he takes over Hell you guys can all have fun with that.” He threw his hands up. As Reake turned the attention back to him and treated him, he was taken aback. “Hmm... that’s not what we signed up for. I don’t need sleep anymore, vampire nature and all that takes care of it. Resting now it’s going to make much of a difference I will be still sick and pale looking.” He gestured at himself as he said it.<br/><br/>“I agreed to help Kane, I didn’t sign up for you to be my doctor. I have been there and done the rounds of treatments, it’s might get better for a few months but it’s never worth it. My brain is just broken and has been since I was probably very little as from what I have been told trauma is most of my life. I suppose that’s something Kane and I get to bond over.” He waved the angel off moving to stand. “You said you wanted me to go see him. Let’s go. Don’t be surprised though if it’s less than a happy reunion.”