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Post by MEREDITH FELL on Nov 27, 2021 17:07:30 GMT
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The paperwork on Meredith's desk was starting to blend together in a pile of black ink on a stark white background. She had stopped reading it ages ago, her eyes just dancing over the page without really taking anything in. She could hardly be blamed. She was exhausted --- the last few shifts had beaten her down and left her just going through the motions.
Not that she would let that affect patients when they needed her the most.
No matter how tired, how hungry, how worried Meredith was she would pull it together for the next person who needed her help. She set about to ensuring that she took care of some of her basic needs, blindly reaching for the drawer handle as she tried once more to look over the plan of care for a repeat patient. Her fingers closed around a snack cake that was probably a bit stale. Who cared? It was food. She pried open the cellphone packaging, wrinkling her nose when crumbs spilled over her desk. She swiped them from her paperwork and then gave up all together.
She knew what this patient really needed. Vampire blood.
The problem was, she was currently out, having used the last of her reserves on a man who would have not survived the car accident he had been in otherwise. He was currently in pretty good shape and resting until the vampire blood was out of his system. She didn't regret saving him but she had been a bit despondent to realize that was the last of it.
She needed more --- she just didn't know where she was going to get it.
She had managed to swallow half her snack cake before she heard her name being paged over the intercom. Standing, she dusted any evidence of her attempt at a meal and went down the hall to the nurses' desk. There she received a chart. She headed into the exam room, and as she washed her hands, she introduced herself. "I'm Doctor Fell. What seems to have brought you in today?" OPEN
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Dec 23, 2021 19:49:46 GMT
━ in this world that kills beauty ; even gods cannot survive the fall. ━ "Your life will end today, you filth." A voice reached Damian's ears as he found himself face to face with an angel. Ah, shit. "Oh, c'mon now, hot wings. Surely there's no need for you to kill me. How about we both go our separate ways and forget all about each other's existence, hm?" Damian suggested with a charming smile on his lips, but the angel only took out his angel blade, unwilling to listen to anything he was saying. He came here with the intent to kill him, and he was going to do exactly that. "Bollocks." Damian whispered under his breath as the angel launched himself at him. A fight soon ensued between the two of them, the blade grazing his skin a couple of times, which made him groan in pain. "You're ruining a perfectly good suit, you turd." Damian grumbled as he kicked the angel in the chest, sending him a few steps away from where he was. Damian attacked again and again and managed to get a few punches and kicks in, but so did the angel. He stopped when he saw yet another angel enter the alleyway, and Damian was smart, he knew when his odds were low.
And right now, they're pretty low.
Damian chose to flee from the meatsuit as black smoke exited the host's mouth before he dropped onto the floor. Without Damian inside the host's body, it was just Michael left behind. The host. "Coward." The angel hissed through gritted teeth before they disappeared, too. It left behind a man on the floor, unconscious. A kind soul managed to spot him on the ground and immediately rushed over to him. "Hey!" A voice called out, giving his body a few shakes for good measure. "Sir? Can you hear me?" The voice continued talking and shaking him until he finally began to move a bit, which made the stranger release a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god, I thought you were dead or something. Can you open your eyes?" He questioned in a concerned voice, and the answer he got back was just a groan as he began slowly but surely opening his eyes. "Where... Where am I?" His voice was shaky as his eyes settled on unfamiliar surroundings. He looked down at his hands, and then his clothes. "Dude, you're bleeding. We should get you to a hospital or something. Come on, can you stand up?"
Where was he? Who was this person talking to him, and why was he in a dark alleyway? He groaned when he tried to move as pain instantly shot through him. He looked down to find a few gashes on his skin, all of which were bleeding but not profusely. He looked tattered, his hair was sticking all different directions and his eyes .... they lacked the usual confidence that the demon carried. Those eyes were scared shitless because he couldn't remember anything.
The kind stranger eventually managed to get him to stand up before guiding him to a taxi that he quickly flagged down. He brought him to a hospital, where the nurses instantly came to support him, bringing him to one of the examining rooms. He wiped his sweaty palms against his thighs, scared eyes scanning his surroundings, almost as if he was expecting something to pop up from a corner, but nothing happened. It was all so... quiet. Which made things a lot worse for him.
He nearly flinched out of his skin when someone entered the exam room and judging from the coat and everything, she was a doctor. He eyed her warily as he slowly leaned back a little, keeping a bit of distance. "I don't━" God, his throat felt so scratchy. There was almost an aftertaste of sulfur on his tongue. "I don't remember..." He moved his hand up to his face, running his hand down until his hand covered his mouth, the rise and fall of his chest was rapid. "I shouldn't be here... I should go home. I need to go home. This was a mistake. I'm sorry for wasting your time, doctor." He shakily got off the examining bed and the second his feet met the ground, his knees gave out, which made him scramble to find balance by leaning his weight against the bed. "I can't stay, I can't be here. What if he finds me again?" He was far too weak to walk home in this state, but he was also far too scared to stay in one place for too long. He was going to find him.
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Post by MEREDITH FELL on Jan 1, 2022 23:50:31 GMT
SONG AND DANCE ( with Damian ) Within seconds she realized this was not going to be any run of the mill exam. Meredith had seen plenty of things during her time at the hospital so she was used to rolling with the punches. She hardly flinched anymore. But there was something about the way he reacted to her simple question that had her furrowing her eyebrows together and wondering if she was going to need another set of hands to help.
Although, she could already tell he was weak.
Meredith moved forward as he nearly crumpled to the floor, a supportive hand coming under his arm. "Let's get you back on the bed, okay?" He wanted out of here but it was becoming obvious that he might have to crawl to get it. He looked like he had been through the ringer and was on the verge of panicking. Maybe he was on something? It was definitely a possibly. Or maybe he had seen something. Also a possibility given what she knew about this town.
"We can take it one step at a time. You are obviously not in the best condition to just walk out of here..." She glanced down at the chart to see that there was no name. He had been brought in by a taxi after being left in an ally way. "What is your name? We can start there. I already told you mine but you are welcome to call me Meredith if that helps."
She could tell from the physical symptoms she was clocking that the man was afraid. She wondered just who (or what) had worked him up into such a state. "You're safe here, okay? This is a hospital --- people can't just waltz in, especially to rooms like this. We have security." She was hoping to calm him down enough to assess him properly. "I need you take some deep breaths first. Don't worry about any of my other questions. Just take some deep breaths." She immediately began to mimic the behavior she wanted to see in him, drawing in a long breath and letting it go moments later. She continued to do this, hoping that he would catch on. Otherwise she wasn't opposed to giving him a little something to calm him down.
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Feb 10, 2022 20:21:58 GMT
━ in this world that kills beauty ; even gods cannot survive the fall. ━ Let's get you back on the bed, okay?
Michael's lips parted to protest and kindly decline the offer to get back on the bed because all he wanted at that moment was to turn to the door and never look behind him. He wanted to keep moving so that thing doesn't find him again, but where would he even go? He didn't have anyone. Would the police be able to help him? What would he tell them, though? He didn't know what it looked like, and he can't exactly tell them he was possessed by that thing because it would either make them laugh or admit him to the nearest mental hospital because they'd be one hundred convinced that he wasn't all that well up there. "I━" He protested, but couldn't find the energy to even talk, let alone stand. He glanced over at the bed before he nodded his head slowly, finally agreeing to be guided back on the bed, so he doesn't collapse on the cold and hard floor.
We can take it one step at a time. You are obviously not in the best condition to just walk out of here... What is your name? We can start there. I already told you mine but you are welcome to call me Meredith if that helps.
"I know, but..." It still felt too dangerous to stay here, it felt like he'd be taunting that thing to come and find him. Michael could almost feel it with the way the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. "Michael... My name is Michael." He shivered, rubbing his cold hands together. Why the hell was he so cold after feeling hot for such a long time? His body felt weird, like it had forgotten how to function normally without the presence of that thing inside him.
You're safe here, okay? This is a hospital --- people can't just waltz in, especially to rooms like this. We have security. I need you take some deep breaths first. Don't worry about any of my other questions. Just take some deep breaths.
"A━Am I, r━really?" Michael breathed out as he nearly collapsed on the bed once he was close to it. His eyes glanced over at the door, checking for himself, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Was he really safe here? He didn't want to let his guard down, but he was too exhausted to keep it up. "I━I can almost f━feel it..." Michael's eyes worriedly scanned his surroundings and even looked behind him just to make sure no one was there, his chest rising and falling rapidly with the warning signs of an approaching panic attack. "Fuck..." Michael cursed under his breath as he clenched his eyes shut and forced himself to take slow and deep breaths to calm down his hammering heart. "I'm not m━mental, Meredith. I'm really not. I know I sound c━crazy but that thing it wasn't... it wasn't human. He, or it, took over my body and I━ I was never in control until now. I don't feel it anymore and that..." Michael gulped dryly as he lifted his trembling hand to run his fingers through his hair, various strands standing in different directions. "That should be a good thing, but I don't think it is. It will find me. Please, doctor. Don't let it find me here." Michael reached out to grasp the woman's hand into his own icy ones. "Please."
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Post by MEREDITH FELL on Feb 15, 2022 20:00:34 GMT
SONG AND DANCE ( with Damian ) For now, she would do her best to deal with this alone. It was obvious that he was upset and on edge. Introducing a nurse might only aggravate the situation, which was not what she was trying to do. She was trying to help even if she didn't quite know what the true issue was yet. First, she needed him to find some semblance of calm. Easier said than done given his current state of mind but she was going to do her best to get him there.
Michael. That's a start.
"Okay, Michael..." But he wasn't done there. She found herself stunned by what followed the revelation of his name. She hoped that her face remained passive because she didn't want him thinking she believed he went around the bend. She had dealt with patients who needed to see a psychologist or psychiatrist before --- they deserved the same amount of respect as everyone else.
She pushed forward with her need to keep him calm. "That's it, breathe just like that. In and out --- slowly, deeply..." She didn't want to gave to give him any medications yet but if he continued to have elevated vitals or had a panic attack she would. She replayed his words over in her head as she repeated the mantra --- it wasn't human, it took over my body. Just what the hell was he talking about.
When he grabbed her hand, she let out a startled gasp at just how cold it was. She found herself reaching for a blanket off the shelf with her free hand. It was folded but she placed it on his midsection to spread out over him when she got a chance. "There is no one in this room but you and I," she assured him and then pulled a stool closer to sit down. She kept a hold of his hand, hoping to keep him grounded. "No one is going to find you here unless you want them too. You're not hurt physically are you?" She didn't see any obvious signs but there was so much more to this story than meets the eye.
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DAMIAN
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Post by DAMIAN on Apr 30, 2022 18:42:28 GMT
━ in this world that kills beauty ; even gods cannot survive the fall. ━ Michael’s weary eyes moved to settle on the doctor again as she encouraged him to get his breathing under control. He nodded his head a few times with a shaky breath falling from his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment to get his breathing under control, but even closing his eyes made him feel like he was being watched, like whatever that thing that was possessing him was standing right behind him and it scared the hell out of him. He opened his eyes almost right away as he glanced behind his back, but there was nobody there. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved about that or even more terrified. “I’m trying…” Michael breathed out as he wiped his sweaty but cold hands against his thighs. His entire body was trembling like he was suffering from hypothermia while there was sweat at the back of his neck that proved he was anything but cold.
He reached out to grasp Meredith’s hand in his own, his pleading and panicked eyes focused solely on the doctor. Michael really didn’t blame the woman in the slightest for not believing him because he really did sound crazy now that he was replaying his own words in his head. Michael gulped past the lump in his throat and looked around him for a moment and the woman was right. There was no one else in the room but the two of them. No evil spirit, no lingering darkness. The room was well-lit and it would have been obvious if there was an evil spirit lingering around. “No one but you and I.” He repeated in a breathless tone of voice, not sounding as panicked anymore but his chest was still rising and falling quickly. The fact that he was still holding onto the woman’s hand in his own was enough to assure him that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating because it felt real.
“I don’t it to find me. I don’t want that.” Michael shook his head almost immediately as he slowly seemed to look around him less and less. “I’m… I’m alright. Minor cuts, but it doesn’t even hurt.” Michael said with a shake of his head following. “I just feel cold.” Michael admitted a moment later, his hands still feeling icy cold. “Thank you, doctor. For listening to me.”
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Post by MEREDITH FELL on May 1, 2022 18:57:55 GMT
SONG AND DANCE ( with Damian ) "And you are doing a good job," she encouraged when he told her he was trying. She could see that, she could see the way he was wrestling with himself for control. She had no idea what had pushed him over the edge but she was determined to help pull him back up. After that was accomplished, they could figure out what to do from there.
Meredith kept a hold of Michael's hand, giving it a small squeeze every now and then. A subtle sign that he was here in the room with her. Her and no one else. Given what she knew about Mystic Falls, she knew that it was not out of the realm of possibility that someone or something had scared him badly enough to put him in this state but she liked to believe whatever it had been, it was not stupid enough to attack in a crowded hospital.
(but she also conceded that there was more to Mystic Falls than even she had an understanding of)
It seemed to her that he was slowly gaining control of facilities and she gave him a small smile. "That's right," she told him. He probably had so much adrenaline pumping through his body that he was bound to have some after affects. It probably accounted partially for why he was cold.
When he spoke of his physical symptoms, she decided to tackle those first. "I'll still take a look at the cuts. Clean them if necessary. We don't want any to get infected," she told him. She then gently let go of his hands and moved to the opposite side of the room where she got a blanket. It was placed around his shoulders. "This should help." She automatically fell into the process of looking for cuts and determining their level of care. As she did so, she decided to probe carefully as to his mental state, wondering if she should call in someone else to see to that. "When you say It who are you worried about finding you, Michael?"
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