ok so what if dennis was turned into a vampire when he was sleeping on the street? he didn't make it in time for the shelter and they keep pretty strict hours. he was vulnerable in a park and trying to stay awake, but he was just so tired that he was falling asleep sitting up, leaving the predator in the trees a view of his neck all ripe for the taking.
at first, dennis doesn't know what happened. he only remembers a body on top of him and a flash of pain. he tries to fight, but is already so weak that, at a certain point, he just accepts it. the vampire doesn't finish the job, though. leaving just enough blood in him to finish the transformation.
he loses his appetite and has insomnia for a few days, but isn't even that concerned. it's not like that's super out of left field for him. he doesn't even see a doctor for the bite, assuming some weirdo assaulted him, and it would probably heal on its own if he kept it clean. he got a hepatitis vaccine when he started his rotations so he wasn't even that worried; it's not like he had healthcare either way.
it didn't all click until he was at his surgery rotation and a week's worth of bloodlust slammed into him. he didn't even think the word vampire until everyone was gone from scrubbing out and he was sucking the blood off of his gloves like some deranged monster.
but he grew up jehovah’s witness. he didn't believe that shit anymore, couldn't keep those beliefs and be a good doctor. but the prohibition of the consumption of blood was still prominent in his mind. so was the immense amount of self-denial they called discipline.
he denies himself basic sustenance as long as he can. allowing himself small lapses in judgment with blood that was already spilled. at one point, he sucks on gauze, and he feels like a troll under a bridge.
he spends weeks trying to eat like normal and just throwing it up, unprocessed completely. definitely blows that entire rotation because he can't keep his head on straight enough to impress anyone.
when he's put in charge of collecting the blood from the roof, he nearly steals from the cooler, there's so much chaos, no one would notice! just the thought confirms that hes a terrible person who deserves to waste away. he denies himself more. at the end of his shift, there's almost a full pint hanging there, unattached to anyone, left out for an indeterminate amount of time. leah didn't make it long enough for the full transfusion when they took her to the morgue to save space.
robby noticed him take it off the IV pole and pocket it. he's had a shit day and didn't want to deal with this but he was ragged enough to have no impulse control anymore. he'd have to yell at this medical student for selling it off and for his sick fetish or for whatever he would be stealing blood for. it really sucked because the kid was a good student and kinda saved him from himself but what the fuck was up with his go to guys stealing from the hospital right under his nose?
he waits for him to duck out before following him, hoping to have this confrontation outside. this was sure to embarrass whitaker, and despite his annoyance, he didn't want to watch him be humiliated.
he watches him go up to the eighth floor and takes a second in the hallway to compose himself before walking into his new favorite student puncturing the bag messily with fangs and drinking it with an almost reckless abandon. he clears his throat when it's clear the boy is too far gone to notice another presence. dennis freaks out and unlatches from the bag while squeezing it, getting the rest of the pint all over his scrubs. kid can't keep himself clean to save his life.
dennis starts crying immediately, not able to take the disappointed, judgmental look. or maybe it was his first meal in weeks being all over him. or maybe it was the absolute self loathing he felt at consuming blood. and well, robby just can't allow this.
he can't allow dennis to squat in this room. he can't allow dennis to swipe scraps of blood and put his career at risk. he can't allow patients to be at risk because dennis is obviously not doing this because he likes it. he certainly can't allow dennis to cry like this.
he goes full into daddy mode, shushing this fairytale monster like a lost kid, wiping the blood off of his chin, telling him everything will be ok.
he has a lapful of vampire and lips on his neck before the night is done. it all spirals from there.











