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[delilahmclaine]

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Location: Inside My Laundrette ~ Elemental Stimulus @wolfknightpoe

The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city.

She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open.

She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk towards the building, the burns on his body almost unbearable to see. She helped him inside without a word, escorting him to the farthest area from the doors. She wondered if he was still plagued by his mind, but he collapsed before she could find out. She wasn't sure what to do at first, her mind racing for ideas. Suddenly she asked if anyone had a blade, people looked hesitant, but someone gifted her a pocket knife. The blade was dulled out a bit, but that didn't matter as she brought it to her hand, and sliced it open.

She winced from the pain, but continued with her actions, turning to Vincent and shaking him slightly. She could hear his growl, clearly in pain from his intense burns. When he opened his eyes, she showed him her hand, hoping her voice would reach him. "Vincent...I need you to drink this. Please..." She shoved her hand near his fangs, biting her lip slightly as she also offered her arm. She hoped the smell of her blood provoked his wolf enough, wanting him to bite and heal.

"Bite me if you need to...Just please don't leave me. I...need you right now..." She hadn't even realized she had started crying, her hand shaking in front of him desperately.

[delilahmclaine]

"Probably wasn't comfortable to shift against your will. Seems you and Israel had the same reaction most wolves did." Delilah smiled softly as he tried to lighten the mood, using one hand to stroke his fur. "You better not argue with Dr. Angel. My name may sound innocent, but I can be quite strict." She joked, looking away from him, looking out the glass doors. She was still on edge herself, but Vincent made her feel calmer than she had when this all started. She eventually turned back to look at him.

"When this is all over...I really hope you'll still call me from a new phone..." She bit her lip slightly. "I have to thank you for saving my life after all."

"Well, the Dominion was holding last I checked, so they're fine if they're inside already. Probably worried sick about me since our call got cut short when I shifted against my will over on the East Side. No thumbs." He chuffed a bit as he showed her his paws. Some humor to lighten the mood. "Can't argue with the doctor."

[delilahmclaine]

"I do hope your sister is okay...along with everyone else. But...I will say...I did see a lot of..." The brunette gulped slightly as she closed her eyes for a moment. "Bodies while out there...it was...horrible. All those people. I just hope...pray that those you care about are okay." Her words were genuine as she spoke softly, not wanting others to hear the terror in her voice. Deep in her gut, she regretted coming to this city, feeling sick at the things she had to witness. She opened her eyes when he told her to relax, shaking her head as she blinked some stray tears away.

"No, really, I'm fine, Vincent. You should relax...Besides, I'm a doctor. I need to stay on my guard in case something happens. You're hurt...just rest." She said gently, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"You and most of the city. Personally, I'm more angry than scared since I know my sister and employees were at the Dominion before I shifted. And I'm sure I've lost friends or other companions, but I can't do anything about that other than survive."

Her trembling was easy to feel. "You don't have to be so ginger. Pain means I'm alive. You can relax and let me take a watch. Not like I can do much more."

[delilahmclaine]

The brunette listened to his words, her head still against his side as he explained he was hurting everywhere. She felt like there was a pit in her stomach at the knowledge he was in pain, gently turning her head to look at his face. She felt Vincent's body rumble with his warning growl, using her eyes to let those around them know to stray away. It wasn't hard to see he was on edge, but he was still concerned for her. His question gave her time to wonder how she was doing, her eyes blinking as if she hadn't thought about herself. Psychically, she felt fine as her wounds had healed, however, there was scarring that remained.

But mentally, Delilah wasn't sure how she was feeling, her emotions a swirl of confusion. "I'm fine...My wounds finally healed not too long ago...Just...I'm scared." She answered honestly, trying not to lean into him as she trembled.

"I'm fine. Hurt all over. But nothing that I can tell is permanent. And my head's clear." His ears were constantly swiveling, picking up sounds from outside. He was clearly only relaxing enough to rest, still on edge. Anyone else who got too close got a warning growl.

"How are you doing though? Elysians usually heal even better than wolves. And you look pretty banged up yourself."

[delilahmclaine]

Delilah twitched her hand softly at the feeling of his warm tongue against her palm, noting how rough it felt. She listened to him as he spoke, letting him lick her wound like she was a wounded puppy. She sat there stuck in her thoughts as her doe eyes followed the burns all across his body. She bit her bottom lip as guilt settled into her stomach, wondering if he would be okay if she had remained at his side. She pushed those thoughts away, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She wiped the tears off her face with her uninjured hand, before she slowly brought her head down to his side.

She was careful to avoid his burns as she placed her forehead into the remains of his fur, closing her eyes. "I sometimes forget...that we all heal differently than most." She said honestly, trying to find something to break her silence. "Are you sure...you'll be okay?" She sounded so worried, but the panic she had before was gone.

"It's..." He had been about to say, not that bad. But he held his words. She was panicked. And he had snake-like burns all over him. So he just laid there and didn't argue when he tried to open both his eyes to find one had gotten burned shut for the moment on top of his other injuries. Vincent didn't bite down on her hand or arm though. She'd cut her palm open. So instead, he simply licked at the wound. "I mostly just need rest. Werewolves are pretty tough even when we're as young as I am. But thank you."