Post by MEREDITH FELL on Nov 21, 2021 2:01:48 GMT
NEED A HAND
(With Charlie Bradbury)
(With Charlie Bradbury)
Meredith pulled her hair free from elastic that had kept it out of her face during the long hours of her shift. She reached down to grab her purse off the floor and then shut her locker. Quite frankly, after how the last fifteen hours had went, she would be happy to get the hell away from the hospital for awhile. It was not something that she often said but she had to make some tough choices and now she had to live with the knowledge that she had.
She needed more vampire blood, plain and simple.
As she forced a smile and waved goodnight to her coworkers, Meredith's mind was already working overtime to try and figure out just how she was going to get her hands on it. Ideally, she would love to just have a willing donor, someone who understood what it was she was trying to do and wanted to play a part in it. Unfortunately, it was not something she could easily advertise for without risking her own neck.
She was still deep in thought as she walked the too familiar root to her apartment. She might have gone the whole way without even lifting her head if it wasn't for the noise. Meredith stopped in her tracks, tilting her head just so as she tried to catch it again. A moment later she was rewarded with it. She frowned, immediately recognizing it as the sounds of someone in distress. She backed up a few feet so she could get a look down a side street but it wasn't lit enough for her to make anything out.
There was something in the back of her head that told her she should just keep going but the doctor in her refused to leave someone behind if they were injured. With that in mind, she began to venture down the narrow street, taking cautious steps. "Do you need help?" she called to the unknown figure. She quickly realized there was more than one. This can't be good. "What the hell is going on?"
She needed more vampire blood, plain and simple.
As she forced a smile and waved goodnight to her coworkers, Meredith's mind was already working overtime to try and figure out just how she was going to get her hands on it. Ideally, she would love to just have a willing donor, someone who understood what it was she was trying to do and wanted to play a part in it. Unfortunately, it was not something she could easily advertise for without risking her own neck.
She was still deep in thought as she walked the too familiar root to her apartment. She might have gone the whole way without even lifting her head if it wasn't for the noise. Meredith stopped in her tracks, tilting her head just so as she tried to catch it again. A moment later she was rewarded with it. She frowned, immediately recognizing it as the sounds of someone in distress. She backed up a few feet so she could get a look down a side street but it wasn't lit enough for her to make anything out.
There was something in the back of her head that told her she should just keep going but the doctor in her refused to leave someone behind if they were injured. With that in mind, she began to venture down the narrow street, taking cautious steps. "Do you need help?" she called to the unknown figure. She quickly realized there was more than one. This can't be good. "What the hell is going on?"
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