[It is thirty and Alucard knows he made a mistake. Trevor's lost in hunger, and that means he's miscalculated. Badly. He's sure that the Belmont can hear how his heart hammers faster at the effort it takes to lift the dhampir's head from his wrist, and it'll be something to deal with later.

He does move though. With that, Alucard himself gets up, using his good hand to steady himself on the shelves. They're stable. Much more than any of them right now.]

I know how to deal with a small wound, you know.

[It's matter of fact, trying not to be rude. Alucard covers the two little pin pricks with his other hand and holds everything at the right angle, and starts to walk to where he knows there's a box.]

I'll need a second set of hands to help dress this though due to the angle. Come along.