From Inside The Grey House:
Joseph almost ran into Vincent, who had paused in the doorway, appalled by his woman’s appearance. Natalia was pale and thinner then she had been four days ago. The bed sheets and mattress were soaked from her sweat. He took a breath to calm himself but stopped when the smell of the room hit him. The acrid smell of sweat and the cloying scent of death lay thick in the room. Ben was sitting on the far side of the bed, dripping water into the human’s mouth with his fingers. His skin seemed to be hanging off his bones.
“The bathroom has been prepared to specifications, sir.” Joseph spoke quietly, directly to Vincent.