It's not that. [ She reassures him, moving to towards the pantry instead.] I need something more than a sandwich. [ She opens the door of the mini fridge, taking in a breath before she pulls out a blood bag. Her back is to him before she turns around slowly, clutching it to her chest even if there's no hiding what it is is. And there's no hiding the exhausted shame in her eyes.]
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This is what... I have to have.