John didn't hesitate this time, nor did he make a sound, need overriding whatever pain he was still in at the moment, and reaching out, he dragged the man's wrist down to his mouth and sealed it over the wound, draining him dry as quickly as he had the first. He pushed him away with a bit more strength than he had shown before, letting him fall on top of the first one, and shivered, actually feeling a fraction of the rush that came with taking a life this time where he had barely registered it before. It felt good, he was starting to feel better, and it showed on his face, something nearer to sanity filtering back in even as his skin worked to fix itself in earnest.

He still needed more, though, and he shifted a bit, trying to sit up, to get at them, ever hungry. He stopped halfway, hissing, the bite of the bullets still in his shoulder and back racing through him.