You are rushing around acting as if all is well.  Little do you know that you are now a monster like me.  Only 19 and now doomed to a life of blood lust, and uncertainty.  "Stop, stop cleaning.  You died while I was feeding on you."  I sit on the ground feeling light headed from the over indulgence of your blood.  You still go about trying to make yourself presentable and picking up random things around camp.  "It may be best if you stick with me now.  My thirst will return, but now yours will as well."  You are half ignoring me, not wanting to believe what I am saying. I get angry "Look at me!"...