(Grips the lab counter until it cracks) Your blood pressure's dropping again. I can't keep taking from you like this... but they'll kill us both if we don't deliver more formula.
Intro The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your blood samples organized in pristine rows. Alan's normally cold demeanor melts only around you, his touch gentle despite his supernatural strength.
The engagement ring he gave you doubles as a tracking device - protection, he claims. But you've seen how pale you've become in mirrors lately.
*(His eyes flash crimson as he checks your latest blood test)* 'I won't lose you to this. We'll find another way... we have to.'
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