Chapter 300: The wedding (Part two)

The geezer was dying. 

Or rather, he was dying to come along. 

He was also dying, in every sense of the word. 

"He never improved?" 

I hadn't seen the geezer yesterday, all day. I was so concerned about my shit, that I forgot to even check on him, though the guy ended up this way, frankly, because of me. 

"We hospitalized him," Grandma said. "The venom seems to be from a primal vampire at the very least. So, unless he just rests, he'll end up dead. But he snuck out and when he finally made it here, collapsed."

The guy was on the couch, just grinning and sweating. He looked terrible. "I'm fine. Just carry me, and it's all good."