This was something of the path least traveled for him, an unfamiliar trek to avoid a lonesome flat and another bottle of whatever liquor was still in the cabinet ( ie, a distraction ). Something of a reverberation in his bones drug him from his usual path, perhaps it was to man who sent all too many compliments to the chef, with a number he wasn’t sure he would call, or maybe, the dogs being walked in the early morning had done it. He felt the need to evade everything. People in general. Even himself? Who knew.
A part of him would have liked to imagine his restlessness could be blamed for the seconds to follow, the sound of someone calling out ( was it to him ), before the all too familiar slam of metal to flesh and bone, the screech of tires, treads burned into the concrete, and a body unceremoniously tossed across the blacktop onto the paved walkways. If he had been more aware, he would have taken the hit in a heartbeat, spared the stranger from what could be inevitable death. How long did he have to try and fix this if the hit had caused a brain hemorrhage? Was it already too late? Why was no one moving?
He dwelled too long, feet taking to the blacktop to back pedal across the street, dropping to his knees instantly to feel for a pulse, leaning over the stranger to feel for breathing, using his watch for the fog effect. Should it have sounded that.. normal? One hand gently moved to press against the sidewalk beside the stranger’s head, leaning in to get a good view of his face, of his expression. If this person weren’t a natural human being, he could cover for them, get them out of sight, and let them go on their way, but he could NOT get involved. Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it.
His free hand tapped the other’s cheek, no roughness, only tenderness, a touch all too gentle for someone with such a serious expression. “Hey.. you’re awake, aren’t you?”
The being had a particular fear of crowded places. While he was able to control his form at will, his will was all to easily manipulated by his emotions. When in large crowds, the male would feel his anxiety rise to immeasurable amounts. It was because of this, that he avoided overpopulated areas. He would walk though the more desolate areas of the city in order to avoid anxiety, and in turn protecting himself in the process.
It was because of this, that over time he had grown distant from human contact. During the upbringing of his host, he’d had a decent amount with his parents. However, that was it. Haru did not socialize with those at school, or partake in any other relations. For he did not wish to bring down anyone else with his selfishness. He would fall down this hole he’d dug by himself.
A painful groan echo’ed from the male, as he tried to register reality. It felt as if he’d been hit with an anvil... Or rather, something large and metallic. Had it been a car...? He’d only caught a glimpse of it before it sped away. Brain processing things slowly through the pain, the male concluded he’d been hit by a car. Again. Great.
It was then that he’d felt the sensation of touch. Something that was all but foreign to him at this point, and caused a flinch to run through him like a small shock. Someone had actually come to his side this time...? A sad reality of this part of the city, especially the less populated regions, is that little to no one showed compassion. In Haru’s case, it was alright and beneficial to some effect. For because of his physiology, he’d have to create wounds. Or at least make the illusion that he had them. The dexterity of his body was to high to make any from a simple car collision. That isn’t to say though, that he wouldn’t have a bruise or two. However, for those that weren’t like him... It was certainly fatal.
Eyes first filled with confusion, the male looked up at the stranger. His brain was still slow, and it took him a minute to truly register his words. The car should have done a lot more damage to him, especially at that speed. Something was abnormal, and it was all to clear to the other. Confusion turned to fear.
“...I-I...” One of the male’s worst fears was being discovered. His brain no longer lagged behind, and now worked like a fired bullet. “...I-I a-am...” An attempt was made to swallow his fear, but to no avail. “I-I’ll be fine-- it just grazed me--” A graze didn’t send someone flying. Haru knew that. However at the moment, he felt almost like a cornered animal. “I-if I rest a mo-moment I should be okay...” His voice was not the only display of his fright. Because of his form being attached to his emotional state, a bit of control was also loosening. His shadow had considerably darkened under him, and now slithered out against the pavement like the tentacles of some beast. “D-did you get the license plate number?”
