Natalie? Natalie!

[. . . well. Now that she's not freaking him out by screaming and being upset, Keith is going to let some of this sink in a little more. She was a vampire; the clinic was out of the question, she's right. Well, there was one thing Keith always lived by; help first, ask questions later. And that's what he'll do.

Why on earth was she in his house? Did she live here now? He'd woken up in bed much the same way, so it was highly probable.

Regardless, if she doesn't say anything else, and doesn't make any complaints, he's going to make sure the blankets are covering her and take her downstairs, to the basement. After re-arranging a few things quickly, he'll make sure she's comfy on the sofa down there, also making sure that not a bit of sunlight is coming through any of the windows by using a few more blankets. After fishing around, he'll also come up with a flashlight that he sets on the ground next to the sofa.]

Miss? Natalie? Can I do anything for you? I've never helped a vampire before, so I'm sorry that I don't know!