He licked the spare drops of blood around his mouth before pulling out a blade and making a gouge in his own neck. Then Jeremiah pressed Tate's lolling head to the wound, retaining the tip of the knife in his neck so it did not close.
Tate's mouth moved, at first feebly lapping at the blood, and then sucking with more vigor. The EEG monitor commenced to make alarming noises. Jeremiah dropped the knife as Tate, eyes closed, clamped his teeth round his neck and tore at it. Jeremiah held Tate's head, now not flinching as he chomped at him for more. Tate gnashed and sucked as the minutes ticked on, his heartbeat skipping longer and longer in between blips till at final there was. . . silence.
Jeremiah tore Tate's mouth free, wrenching it unfastened and extraordinary back. The EEG went haywir
