The sound of Herbert's voice manages to break through the haze, and the soft sensation of the cloth being run over his face helps to further pull Alfred towards consciousness. He blinks a few times, finally getting his vision to zero in on his lover.

His very worried looking lover.

The younger vampire frowns a little, brows furrowing as he tries to recall what had happened. He's so thirsty....

"Herbert?" His tone is frail, but lucid, finally. "Engel, what...what happened?"