[ He pulls Alucard up to his chest, holding on to him as tightly as he can without outright crushing him. The blood bag comes with them. The kettle can't. He can retrieve it later. It'll need a thorough scrubbing. ]

You're through the worst of it. It's going to be fucking awful for a couple days, but it'll be better than it is now.

[ ...He really is bad at being comforting. There's one more part of this. One more thing before he can sit down and process this, and he sets Alucard down on the sofa and holds out the blood bag. ]

Drink. I'll look away, unless you need me to hold it for you. You're going to need your healing pretty fucking desperately.