Twelve hours? Ryah didn't know why but he'd been under the impression that Drake only needed to feed every couple of days, not a couple times every day. He felt a bit foolish but there was nothing for it. If that was what it took, then that was what he'd supply. He'd just have to eat lots of steak and spinach from now on, that was all.<br/><br/>"No, it wasn't so bad," he agreed, though deep down, he wished it had been. Pain he could live with, pain he could handle. It was when it felt good that things got...fuzzy. When Ryah was torn, fighting between how good it felt and how he shouldn't have enjoyed any part of it. He stood up, careful not to move too fast, and put his sharp, albeit useless in this case, knife away.<br/><br/>"I should probably see about making dinner," he finally said, studying Drake. The other man looked better already. Like he'd had a good night's rest or a warm fire after a day in the cold. He paused at the top of the stairs. "I'll disable you if I have to," he said after a long moment.<br/><br/>Downstairs, he snagged his phone even as he scrounged through the fridge. There was a carton of milk that he threw out without even looking into. The expiration date was a two weeks ago, how long he'd been gone. A couple of tomatoes joined it, along with some lettuce. He'd definitely be making a grocery trip sometime soon. For now though, he ordered a small pizza as he brewed a pot of coffee. Since it was the only thing Drake seemed to like and could stomach, it was the least he could do.<br/><br/>While he waited for the food, he plunked down on the sofa and cracked the laptop open. It wouldn't hurt to send out some feelers. He didn't expect any replies right away but he might as well get started. Ryah didn't plan on telling anyone that Drake was a vampire. Just that he had a friend who needed a job. Someone used to swing shifts and had previously worked in a hospital.<br/><br/>"Coffee's available," he called to Drake after a couple minutes. "No milk or cream though, sorry."