Chapter 48: The Best Medicine is Him
The declaration hung in the air. Jonathan bit his lip, watching as Alphonse absorbed the suggestion.
The vampire’s eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open, surprised. His jaw worked for a moment, but no words came immediately.
“Jonathan-“ Alphonse started, but Jonathan cut him off.
“I know, it’s a lot to ask, and I don’t know everything, about how it works,” he said. “But… if the problem is Page’s blood, working through me… I want it to be yours instead.”
“Jonathan,” Alphonse started again, his voice calm, but Jonathan saw his hand tremble. “Jonathan, I-“ The vampire turned away. “I don’t know that I can do that to you.”
“Why not?” Jonathan asked, and he stood, reaching out a hand to the vampire’s shoulder.
“Jonathan, you’ve felt what it is to be marked, you’ve felt the pain, the wasting when you weren’t near that swine,” Alphonse spat the word out. “The longer you were away from him, the worse your symptoms got, was that not so?”