[Arthur wraps his arms around Eames when he feels him go limp, drinking until this bite dries up and then slowly and gently rolling Eames over and laying him down on the bed.]
[Now that Eames is at this stage, the only choices are to follow through or call an ambulance. The fleeting thought that this is all going to fail and he's never going to speak to Eames again, see him wake up, be with him ever again, they all enter his mind but he has to commit and finish this. He has to have faith.]
[He shifts Eames to make sure he'll be comfortable, worrying a little too much about every detail as if it'll make any part of this process smoother. He holds Eames' hand for just another second or two before he leans down over his neck. It doesn't take long to find the artery, despite Eames' weakening pulse, and it's only a brief hesitation before he sinks his fangs into Eames' neck once more.]
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[Now that Eames is at this stage, the only choices are to follow through or call an ambulance. The fleeting thought that this is all going to fail and he's never going to speak to Eames again, see him wake up, be with him ever again, they all enter his mind but he has to commit and finish this. He has to have faith.]
[He shifts Eames to make sure he'll be comfortable, worrying a little too much about every detail as if it'll make any part of this process smoother. He holds Eames' hand for just another second or two before he leans down over his neck. It doesn't take long to find the artery, despite Eames' weakening pulse, and it's only a brief hesitation before he sinks his fangs into Eames' neck once more.]