Well, at least he won't have to worry about food. Blood, though, is a different story. He'll just... have to contact that doctor as soon as possible, nerves allowing. Thinking about it makes his shoulders hunch a little, though, so he shakes that thought out.

"Really? I think there's a spare room in Laura's place I can swipe from for now. I'm keeping an eye out for -- you know, paper. Pencils." Things to keep him from going insane, locked in an attic all day.