Eliza has identified three people with genetic disorders, a guy with some kind of pathological exercise fixation that ripped a hole in his heart, and a handful of people with traits unrelated to their hospital stays which Eliza claims "do not need to be invited to play with fangs." 

Justin knows where they can break people's spines so they can't struggle but their hearts will still beat so the blood is maximally fresh for the new turns. 

"You guys are great," Zeke says lugging one of the genetically diseased patients.

"I know," Eliza says smugly. 

Eliza's first pick watches them interestedly as they drag the immobile patients into her room. "Can vampires turn into bats?" she wants to know. "Do you really hate garlic? Do you obsessively count things?"

"No and no and no, but we can turn into cats!"

She claps her hands together, eyes sparkling. "That's even better than bats!"

"I know, right?"

"Eliza says my leg will grow back and I just have to drink some blood. And I'll never have to wear another stupid scratchy sweater again. I want in."

"May I do the honours?"

Eliza bows. 

Zeke bites his wrist and offers it to the girl.

She leans forward and drinks. 

Zeke turns to Eliza and Justin. "You gonna handle the others?"

"Mm-hm." 

Zeke strokes the new girl's hair. "So, want me to get rid of the pyjamas while you're out?"

"Sounds good!"

The two of them scamper off. 

Zeke undresses the girl when she falls into the turn-sleep. He's never seen a new vampire regrow a limb.

The amputation is fresh, the stitches still fresh on the stump that ends halfway down her thigh. 

The stitches aren't there for very long, though. The stump splits open like an overripe tomato, if smashing vegetables resulted in creation rather than destruction. 

Zeke oohs. She's going to be so happy when she wakes up...

Zeke's prediction comes true. She's so happy she's distracted by her leg for multiple seconds before she notices the food and lunges for the throat. 

He hugs her from behind. "Welcome to the family. Wanna go find the others?"

She beams at him and hugs him back hard enough to crush a human. "Yeah!"

They run into the hall, naked and blood stained, too fast for humans to register more than a breeze.

Eliza has picked out three more girls and one boy. All of them have finished turning and eating their first meal. Two of the girls are violently tussling.