Any open wound on him right then was passed off. He looked far worse than he felt with the blood still more or less fresh, bright on the vivid white wifebeater he wore. Even the broken blood vessels in his eye were probably noticeable. Then again, his adrenaline level hadn't quite dissipated in light of the new surroundings.

Give him 15 minutes. It'd catch up to him.

"I meant Blade." King glanced back at her, looking her over without meaning to. He didn't get much of a chance back in the building after they found the daywalker unconscious and Drake dead. "You think it's possible Daystar didn't work? You think he can come back?"

He'll come back to that kitchen thing later.