I feel odd at all hours of the day and night. Just the other
day, I awoke so completely devoid of color that even my lips were white. Dr.
Helsing came running into my room, screaming at my mother about some flower she’d
removed from my room… I don’t understand what the garlic had to do with it, but
I know I was inches away from death. Dr. Helsing wound up pumping his blood into mine. Ordinarily I’d find
this strange, but between his obsession over the garlic, his insistence on
Seward’s accompaniment of me nearly every night, and the constant check ins by
Mina, Helsing, and Seward, I’m more than happy to accept Helsing’s blood. In
fact, I felt vastly better only a few days later. Helsing made mother promise not to remove a
single item from my room ever again.
I guess
I’d find the matter of the blood stranger if I hadn’t been pumped full of
Seward’s blood only a few days earlier. I felt better for a while, then worse.
That was when this garlic showed up, which Helsing has me wearing around my
neck at all times now. If only you could see it, he’s got the stuff coating my
room like wallpaper. All of this, and not even a mention of the wolf, which bashed its head through my window last
night. I can’t quite tell you what happened there. My mom had a heart attack
and died… then the maids all passed out. I was sure I was a goner, and honestly
I was sort of ready for death at this point, having already written out my
final note and all before I passed out, but the next morning in comes Quincey
Morris, ready to be a hero, and they pump me full of his blood…
Oh
Holmwood! All this blood in me, and still I fall ill seemingly every day.
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