Ray knew he had messed up by how dejected the patient got immediately after the refusal. Fake hazel green eyes lingered on the human's form as he crawled under the thin sheets. It seemed like the blunt choice of words had been too harsh, and the ghoul felt a pang of guilt over it. He had meant to be to the point, to end the flirtatious nature of the teen's approach, but he hadn't intended for it to be taken so harshly. Well, it was already said and done, so it wasn't worth trying to fix up tonight. "Sleep well, but not so well that you don't wake," he replied to the dismissal, a half-smile offered up in an attempt to be polite before he took his leave.<br/><br/>On his way out, the doctor grabbed a couple of blood packets, type AB negative because it was the least likely to be needed in emergencies, then went and walked home for the night. While he owned a car, Ray preferred to walk back and forth on the days without rain. It helped keep his mind clear and hunger under control, or so it seemed. With a sigh, he tore into one of the pouches and drank the contents, shuddering a bit as the rich flavor danced across his tongue and tingled in a delightful way down his throat. Blood wasn't nearly as filling and satisfying as flesh and organs, but it definitely did enough to tide the monster over until a proper feeding.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2F8e32%2Ff%2F2018%2F057%2Ff%2F0%2Fspr_mid_lane_by_spiritburn-dc4dqp7.png&amp;hash=30263926790b7967b254d5ab1b723b08" title="spr_mid_lane_by_spiritburn-dc4dqp7.png">
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</div></div><br/>The next morning started off like any other. Purple eyes snapped open and the human-like creature gasped and panted as he jolted awake from the dream he was having. It seemed to never fail, they were either nightmares or dreamless nights. As he slowly sat up, Ray ran his long fingers through his messy black hair, which he needed to pull back before he went in to work. It took a long moment for the slender male to get up, and when he did, he practically fell off the couch that he had been sleeping on. He rarely used his bed, as that was just habit now.<br/><br/>He got a shower in, dressed the healing wound on his shoulder - which looked to be about three days old instead of a fresh wound from yesterday-, then tugged on a deep green shirt and a pair of black pants. A splash of cologne was applied, the earthy, musky scent tending to blend with and hide his own earthy one, then he pulled the long strands back into a hair band so that it was tied out of the way. Finally feeling presentable, to a degree, he grabbed the white lab coat and his keys, then went out to the small black car so that he could drive to work today. He arrived early, checked in to his shift, then promptly went to Angel Jackson's room to check on the teenager. He still felt bad about how last night had gone, which was probably why the green eyed, dark haired male had been the object of last night's nightmare...<br/><br/>"Morning, Mr. Jackson," he greeted the other as gently as he could, though his dry voice seemed to be a little more so right now. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad for a wake up call. "I'm..." he paused and sighed before taking a step closer to the bed. It was hard to form a proper apology after being so rude last night. He could blame it on hunger, or on a busy day of work, but that didn't mean that making amends would be easy. "How... How about we see about getting those pesky needles out of your arms so that we can enjoy a nice walk?"<br/><br/>And that was<i>not</i>an acceptable apology, at all... Well, maybe, if he could get things rolling for the day, he could offer an apology on their way to getting breakfast. Yeah, that seemed like a fair plan, right?