My Spirit Medium Is Too Fragile to Take Care of Themself

Sometimes I can't tell dreams from reality. Things that happened in dreams, I think happened in real life; things from real life make me think I'm dreaming.

I stumbled through life like this until I was twenty. Then one day, my handsome middle-aged Latin tutor suddenly called me. I hurriedly apologized to the professor: "I'm sorry, Professor. Did I forget to turn in my assignment again?"

"I'm a vampire," my tutor said. "I need to borrow some of your medium's blood."

Huh?

Now I was even less sure when I was dreaming.

Just writing for fun. Short, no outline, just searching for things, searching for things, searching for things. The protagonist will choose between the professor and the werewolf upperclassman.

Theme: Treasure your talents.