Gallows humor is part of having a doctor in the house. Deal with it.

I'm going to stay here and see if he comes back," Wrath said as the double doors opened and V strode in. "I want the rest of you out searching for him in the city, but before you go, first let's get an update from our very own Katie Couric." He nodded at Vishous. "Katie?"

V's glare was the ocular version of a fully extended middle finger

Terrific. A bisexual dominant vampire with kidnapping expertise.

You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

There aren't any syringes." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely."
"Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school.