Milo's assumption was correct. All of the blood loss and the drugged bite allowed him to sleep peacefully for once. No red eyes haunted him. No one screamed. He didn't feel like he was falling and his own hungry visage didn't haunt him.<br/><br/>He just slept. And when he was roused awake feeling Aries leaning against him he looked down, eyebrows wrinkled in surprise. After a moment of hesitation he squeezed his arm tighter around him and leaned against the couch again, happy to get a couple more hours in.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Alex finally had a day off. Two actually and god knows how long and he had to spend it stressing out about the fact that they'd found<i>another </i>person who'd been turned and dumped in a non descript out of the way location to fend for themselves.  And it had been the tenth one this month.<br/><br/>He'd just gotten off a long shift. Hadn't even had time to change out of his smocks and he looked like hell. His hair was messy, his eyes baggy, and in general he looked disheveled. The night had been rough- a five car pile up with multiple injuries and a death had made sure of that and he'd spent eight hours on the operating table.<br/><br/>He took satisfaction in that the man would live with relatively low complications.<br/><br/>But his mind went back to the person he'd just happened to find coming home. Usually they encountered one or two a month but with this being the tenth he was getting restless- this kind of behavior was unprecedented and becoming a major problem for Alex. He was the one charged with finding homes for these people. To help them manage. First there was the red heaf Milo was taking care of and now he'd just gotten done taking a call from another vampire who was willing to take the poor girl in.<br/><br/>Alex was a calm and patient man. Methodical and ready to take on the most turbulent situation but even this was enough to test his resolve. He was beginning to think he had a serial changer on his hands and at the thought Alex downed the shot in his hand with a grimave. He hadn't drank in a long time but with his work and volunteerism in the field he was being stretched thin. Even someone like him needed a break and even then he came to the vampire run bar on business. Mostly business.<br/><br/>He'd called his friend, or at least who he considered a friend, to come discuss the situation. A vampire hunter. Alex worked closely with the organization, his word carrying a lot of weight in the recommendation of good candidates. He needed an update on the situation or he'd go crazy. That, and a familiar face helped ease his mind.