Kane's blood felt more powerful. He'd noticed the subtle changes, and now they weren't so subtle. Because fucking hell his blood was strong. He could feel the damage began to revert, even though it would still take time. Between the burns and the stabbings he'd need rest and a lot of damned blood. Right now he just kept drinking. He didn't even have it in him to make it feel good, but he knew Kane wouldn't mind it. The question had Dimitri's eyes snapping up to his face in a look that clearly said, 'do you really think I'm that stupid?'. After several minutes, he felt that his voice had at least healed, since it had the first interaction with Kane's blood.<br/><br/>Weakly, he tried again to sit up. "Fuck no," he said, voice still hoarse. The wound on his stomach had stopped bleeding, but the burns were still vicious and mercilessly painful. "I gave Ryan my blood in case he needed help for something, and his mentor got it and summoned me. Seems like they're being holed up in a church with Milo at the head." He winced and coughed again, turning his head as more blood came up. Bastard. He wiped his mouth. "Fuck. I mean, I know I'm immortal now but being stabbed twice with a holy blade sucks horridly. Needless to say I think Milo got some vengeance for what I did to Samuel." Weary, he leaned against the bed, glad he was on top of the blanket since he was oozing all over.