Keith lie on top of a small bed that had an elevation, with is hand and legs extending over it's length. Four large bowls were placed right below the cuts and blood slowly dripped down into them. The doctors took care of feeding him the medicines and a few other foods to help him with the production of blood.
He felt his hands go numb, but he continued to eat. The area near the cuts felt like it was getting bitten by red ants, giving him stinging sensation. Time slowly passed, but Keith still looked decently healthy. He wasn't at the top of his condition but it wasn't too bad.
As night came, he looked at Clara, "Come here, I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?" she asked and hurried over before bending down so that Keith could whisper in her ears.
Keith had no intention of hiding his actions, but he couldn't just talk loudly when her ear was right in front of his mouth.
