Hypoxia

— gmxsohee ; It’s late in the afternoon and the sun has just begun to set. Feeling at easy, Blythe takes his time as he walks around the bustling city crowd. Intrigued by sound of music he follows and let’s the sounds guide him to the nearest park. He discovers that there’s a concert being held by a band he’s hasn’t had heard before and so he pauses outside the park entrance, content to listen and observe the crowd that has gathered inside and outside the park. That’s when he spots her. In all honesty, she’s the last person he’d expected to run into at a function such as this. He knows that approaching her will only bring about bickering, and more often than not their conversations end with him feeling agitated, or worse, bruised— he still has the scar from their last argument. And under normal circumstances, Blythe would avoid conflict by keeping to himself, however,  tonight he can’t resist the temptation of instigating trouble purely for his own amusement. He cautiously walks up to her.

Sohee knew that pocket warmers were only a temporary fix to a month-long issue, but oh it was nice to step outside and not nearly become comatose.

Her lethargy never truly dissipated, but when she felt like she’d go out of her mind if she’d stay in her apartment one minute longer, she was willing to compensate.

With some of her (cough cough) hard earned money, she had managed to purchase pocket warmers and tape to fasten to most of her limbs, and thus was able to go for an evening walk with only minimal worry over chemical burns.

Stopping to watch a concert, she never would have thought she’d run into a familiar face in such a crowd, though of course it couldn’t be a friendly-friendly face.

Making a show of licking her lips, she straightened up, and purred, “Ridiculous? For a doctor on an island of freaks, you’re sure quick to underestimate a random girl that still somehow got past your security mesasures.”

Sohee walked slowly toward him, swaying her hips to mask that she was trying to keep her weight off of one of her feet, which throbbed a bit from her stumbling.

“Oh, of course.” She answered in the sweetest, fakest voice she could conjure, “But somehow, I doubt you know what will happen, poor dear.”

She barely had a moment to think, only feeling glad for the barest hint of a second that she hadn’t backed away when he had grabbed for her, before she grabbed for the medicine, hand twisting to aim for his wrist at the last second.

Assuming she wasn’t stronger than him was much safer than thinking the other way, so she made certain that she acted quickly. Surprise would always be on her side in this case, unless someone were to peer deep into her mouth. Thankfully, this random nobody certainly hadn’t taken the time to, so when she snared his bare wrist, she doubted he knew what would follow.

Wrenching the taller man’s arm toward her via the wrist, she opened her mouth and bit down sharply over his vein, teeth clinging on for a few long seconds as she felt her venom shoot into him like a vaccine. A few seconds, and it would all be over.

Granted; she hadn’t stopped to consider how she would handle the body of an unconscious doctor, but it didn’t matter.

She heard the door opening wider, the influx of air and the subtle shift of the atmosphere when another person entered the room pressing down on her ears, but there was nothing she could do fast enough to prevent him from seeing her.

One box fell from its unsteady perch in the cabinet as she wheeled around to face him, it making a muffled ‘thunk’ as it hit the floor not unlike the fainting of a person on carpet.

“I’m uh, lost?” She tried, lips curling up into a strained smile as she wracked her brain for something, anything to do about this. All he had to do was yell, and she could never get out of there with her spoils.

She began slowly walking toward him, keeping her pace slow, as she attempted to slip around him without losing any of her cargo, “But I guess I should go! This clearly isn’t the right room… Sorry for the misunderstanding.”