Yuri didnât know what was worse, overdosing or getting stabbed. Sure, ODing on drugs didnât provide as much physical pain as getting stabbed, but the experience of it just hit a different way. He was actually conscious or at least trying to be, but he was weak to the point where applying pressure was no longer possible as he was exhausted. The werewolf was healing at slow pace and he needed a first aid kit stat. Laying there, a grin crept onto his lips as he smelled a familiar presence. âAh, broooooâŚYou found meâŚI knew you would.â His voice trailed off as he coughed up blood and yet, Yuri still managed to have a smug smile on his face. âIs this what heaven looks like? Might as well take me nowâŚâ He couldnât help, but laugh and that somehow made things worse as the bleeding persisted. As such, he regained his composure and shrugged, âFirst aid kitâŚAlthough, we might have to improvise. I donât knowâŚI canât go the hospital and I canât let the others find me manâŚPromise you wonât let that happen.â He then held out his pinky as his gaze softened into a vulnerable one. However, his expression changed as he got distracted at who was behind the vampire. âAh my love, perfect timingâŚTwo beautiful people are before meâŚUgh, this is truly heavenâŚâ He was becoming delusional at this point as his hands slowly slipped from both his wounds. âIâm tired guys, letâs nap under this big tree togetherâŚIâm sure these will heal in noâŚtimeâŚâ
Setting a pair of scissors down on the bathroom sink, Katia looks at her reflection as she runs her fingers through her newly cut hair that now falls just above her shoulders. Now that the act was done and over with, Katia lets out a long sigh that she didnât realize she was holding in while she was taking the blades to her hair. And honestly, she didnât regret it. Sheâs been wanting to do this for a while, but she knew it was going to take a certain amount of boredom and confidence to go through with cutting her own hair. Today, for whatever reason, seemed to be that day. It felt good. There was also the next test⌠Katia liked the look, but of course, she wanted Yuri to like the look, as well. She had to prepare herself for when he came home later today to receive his reaction. She was finishing up cleaning the mess she made when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. Reading over the text, it took a moment to realize just what she was reading. It was a text from Yuri that didnât make any sense, plus his location. And then, Katia through the worst. Her mind went to Yuri having an overdose episode again. A second later, she was grabbing her car keys and Katia was out the door.
It didnât take the she-wolf long to find herself downtown Lethe where she thought everyone would be having a good time because of the parade, but instead, everything was in complete chaos. But, Katia ignored it all in order to track down Yuri. When she did, she found another person there already and gave a gentle sigh of relief. Coming up behind Elyas, she places a hand on his back to allow her presence to be known. âHey, babyâŚâ She coos and gives him a smile despite her own nervousness and worry, as she gauges Yuriâs current position. Normally, his words would make her smile like an idiot, but Katia has already slipped into her Serious Doctor Mode as she kneels down beside her boyfriend and looks at his neck wound. Time to get to work. âYou know thatâs a bad idea, honey. You know better than that,â She tells Yuri, almost scolding him when he talks about wanting to nap. His hand slips from his abdomen and Katia rolls up his uniformed shirt to reveal his wound. Specifically, his stab wound. The good news was that they werenât far from the paramedicâs tent. The bad news was that the weapon was gone, which as causing the wound to bleed out so much. The fact that the weapon tore apart veins and vessels going in and coming out didnât help at all. After her long experience as a doctor, it was simple for her to spot certain wound types. âStab wound, a deep one,â Katia tells Elyas while shrugging off her flannel shirt with haste and thanks herself for putting on a tank top underneath, but how quickly she moves to make her still-healing shoulder ache and she winces. Katia places the fabric on Yuriâs wound. âPut pressure on the wound. As hard as you can, even if he tries to fight you. Iâll go back to the paramedicâs tent and get what we need.â With that, Katia doesnât waste another second as she pushes herself to her feet and runs to the tent, pushing herself as fast as possible.
âOf course, bro. Iâll find you any day. You also sent me your location.â He spoke in a light-hearted tone, attempting to shield his inner panic. It was something he learned over the years. Even if he was panicking or unsure of how to do something, he held a facade of confidence and calmness. It eased other parties around him, so it became a characteristic necessary for the force. âIf this is your heaven, I donât want to know what your hell looks like.â He was having a war in his mind between whether he was there as a cop or as Yuriâs friend. Ultimately, he chose the latter. âDamn it, Yuri. You have to go to the hospital.â He wasnât a doctor. Yuri could give him detailed instructions on first aid, and Elyas would only perform it in an adequate manner. At the scent of Katia, Elyas let out of breath of relief, one he didnât realize he had been holding in the entire time of watching blood leak out of Yuri in multiple outlets. âHey, wife! Did you get a haircut? It looks really good,â he complimented Katia when he looked over his shoulder. He was grateful she was there. Of course Yuri texted her too. She must have had a better idea of what to do, doing way more for Yuri than he could. Elyas sat back as she took a greater look at the wound. The grimace on his face pretty much described the state of his stab wound. âStab wound? Who stabbed you?â His level of calmness quickly disappeared as soon as he heard Katia described the type of injury. Without further questions, Elyas listened to Katia due to her credibility. âSorry, bro.â Elyas looked over at Yuri with apologetic eyes before applying pressure on the flannel shirt by pressing his palms down onto the fabric. âStay with us, okay? No time for naps. If it makes you feel better, your blood looks very nice.â Elyas continued talking, hoping it was enough to keep Yuri awake as he impatiently waited for Katia to return.Â