Nah, man, eating someone is unchivalrous. Plus it'd muck up his teeth.

"Life was mine to reclaim--!"

Exhaustion steamrolls him. Draven has enough control to rest back on his arms, at least...still. To feel only to hurt, asinine questions flung at his addled existence...part three of the punishment. He's quiet, forms the words in his head. Tells himself he can. Will.

"Unless...you plan on keeping me well yourself...I'm best headed for the hospital."

Directions: indirectly requested even dead.