"Well, I'm not bleeding out or desiccating, either," Damon said with a look at him as he caught the blood bag and opened it up. "The order was fine. I just...am a little hungry."

Wood was bad, even if he'd mostly just shaken it off. He could keep going without a problem if he had to, but. He didn't have to, so. He was going to take care of what needed taking care of while he could.