#if i see the chance to make smth nightmare adjacent im gonna do Exactly That....

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he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. he was going to suffocate. frantic, desperate breaths hitched, the dizziness only made worse as she jolted upright, head swimming, visions of earlier that day tearing into warped and blurry vision. reality was difficult to distinguish, looking up at a man, mouth and jaw stained with blood, feelings of familiarity tempering the pain at her neck, the ice through his veins. no... this man was a stranger. elinor didn't know him. 

outside of the vision, ellie's hands were frantic at his throat, clutching. to hold it together? to tear it open to make air getting to her lungs easier? two realities bled together and she couldn't find her footing in either of them to attempt grounding. 

gentle hands on hers. the vampire wasn't touching his victim. no... they weren't his victim, a casualty, yes, but the way ellie was looking up at the now-wispy vision of the man couldn't be called fear, even now as whatever was happening to them. so these hands belonged in her reality. breathing still stuttering, ellie tried to remember how to focus, to bring herself back. 

📩 "You're okay, you're at home, you're in bed." (ok one final one from you know who) @lctibule 🔆 late night panic attack – accepting!

minjoon. thank god. she didn't mean to cry out as searing heat sent invisible blisters across her and renewed tears tracked down his cheeks. joon was coming into focus now, the stranger getting fainter and fainter as his partner's life left them, ellie returning to herself. returning to minjoon. she turned her hands away from her throat, still half-expecting them to be covered in blood, squeezing joon's hands with a grip she'd have to apologise for later. 

"someone..." it's a heaving, difficult breath, word all but rattling. "in the building." the dizziness hadn't subsided yet, but ellie forced herself out of bed, trying to head for the door. whoever that was was close. he wished he could focus to hear on any slamming doors, for anything, reaching the bedroom door and realising that whoever the vampire was, he didn't know, and she'd never caught a glimpse of the other's face. the moment the nurse takes to try and listen for disturbances, leaning against the doorframe so she didn't keel over, forced a wave of nausea over him. forced her to slow down. forced her to realise she wasn't living (or dying) this moment as it happened. that he was reliving hours previously. she hadn't been able to help then, either. 

gaze turned to minjoon, blue eyes wide, helpless. scared. and she broke, not even making it back to the bed before his strength gave out and she just ended up on the floor. hyperventilating had only given way to heaving sobs, cut through by soft apologies. over and over, apologies. to no-one in particular, to everyone; to minjoon.