A Zombie?

We both stood there silently for a bit. The silence was deafening, so I spoke up, “If you’ll have me, I’d love to stay! For rest, right?” He looked a little surprised but then nodded, “Yea, just until you are better.” A long pause stretched across the room, “Well, I should restock on food, just stay here and rest.” he said it oddly quiet. When Jace left the room, I flopped face first onto the bed I woke up on. That was so embarrassing, he probably thinks I’m an idiot. He was different than I expected he was worried about me, why? I didn’t think he ever even noticed me; was it pity? My mind was racing with all sorts of questions, but above it all I had one question in mind, what was that urge I felt? I wanted to bite him, taste his skin, his blood. I look down at my arm again, "what is the matter with me?” I start to unwrap the bandage, “am I,” The wound looks infected, a greenish yellow fading to a red, I swallow hard, “a zombie?”