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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.

The days had passed too slowly for the Medical Staff, long shifts being passed back and forth between them to make up for those they lost. Delilah had barely gotten a wink of sleep in the past three days, picking up simple cases to avoid her Psych Eval. She didn't need some shrink to tell her that she couldn't handle being in surgery for a while. She knew she wasn't ready, but having it on paper only made it feel like a halt to her career. She sighed at the thoughts, shaking them away as she reminded herself she had a patient to attend to. Her eyes drifted to the paperwork, relieved that she wouldn't be treating another wolf, guilt settling into her stomach at the relief.

But as she walked in and glanced at Nore, she put on her signature smile, hoping to brighten the mood. "Well, hello, Ms. Lacroix. I'm Dr. Mclaine, and I will be checking on you today. If you'd prefer, you could call me Delilah or Dr. Angel. Either is fine with me." She looks at Nore's vitals, her hand moving to write down the necessary information as she did her minor check-up. With a thoughtful expression and a hard look at her chart, she turned to Nore. "How would you feel about going on a stroll? I may not get you walking today, but I think a good roll around would be fun."

Delilah looked at him curiously as he mentioned not being awake, she didn't want to pry the poor man, but she couldn't help but want to know more. She thought for a moment, trying to find the correct set of words, but instead decided to play it safe and stick to answering his question. "Well, I don't have a specialty just yet. I'm still a third-year resident, but my plan is to either work in pediatrics or trauma. The way things are in this city though, I may have no choice but to turn to trauma. There aren't really a lot of kids around in the hospital. But I guess that's a good thing." She smiled at the thought because even though she was losing valuable life skills in performing surgery on children, it meant there were fewer innocent lives at risk. She then turned the conversation back to his therapy, her curiosity too much for her.

Delilah felt a sense of comfort knowing that Simon found her company welcoming, making her smile grow slightly as she moved some strands of hair out of her face. She felt a bit exposed without the mask, and she wasn't entirely sure why. She had never felt this way around people before, but maybe it was cause now she knew that these people could see her for what she truly was. She pushed the feeling down as his words hit her ears, making her realize he was right. Being glued to her work as much as she was, wasn't healthy, not in the slightest. She wasn't sure she could change the way she lived her life, as her only comfort has always been the hospitals and her patients.

"I know you're right...but part of me also knows that if I miss one moment, life could be lost cause I'm not there. It would..." She shook her head for a second as memories flooded it for just a moment, her smile dropping as she sighed. "I would do anything for my patients, even if it means sleeping on a cot in the hospital. I know it's not entirely the best, but it keeps them alive." She looked back up at Simon as she took a long sip of her drink. When she heard his offer, she smirked slightly at the context. She knew that he meant he would probably buy her something for her apartment, or even build it, given his large build and rough hands.

But, to any other stranger, those words may have been taken into an entirely different context. She couldn't help but giggle as she thought about it a bit more, resting a hand on his shoulder as she let him see her smirk. "I think that would be lovely, Simon. As long as you aren't just trying to make it more cozy, by getting into my pants." She joked, teasing him as she laughed aloud, making her snort lightly.

Delilah sipped her drink as the man on the bar stool next to her spoke, taking his words in before placing her glass back down on the bar top. She couldn't help but smile slightly at his comment, opening her lips to speak. "Well, technically, I still didn't 'start' a conversation with anyone. Seems I just have the luck of being approachable." She leaned forward against the bar, her legs crossing as she kept herself seated on the bar stool. Her eyes gazed into her glass as she listened to her company, letting him speak as she thought about his words. He was right in a sense, complaining wasn't going to make her any friends.

She couldn't help but feel distant from others, her hand on the glass tightened a bit as she thought about why she chose to be that way. She sighed gently as she glanced back at Cassidy, taking a second to choose her words wisely. "It's not that simple though...is it? I can put myself out there and still end up with no friends. Sometimes playing on the safe side can be...lonely...but isn't it best? Plus, I never said I wanted anyone to get close to me." She scoffed at the thought as she quickly asks for another drink, before downing the rest of the one she already had. "I've learned my lesson when it comes to letting people get too close..."

Delilah brought her drink back to her lips as Haru asked his question, contemplating how to answer it. Her eyes turned back to the eyes on her, finding some to have physically appealing features but noting the malicious intent in their eyes. To an extent, the attention excited her, but it also terrified her. She shivered slightly at some sights, not finding them as comforting as others. She looked back to Haru as she sipped her drink again before placing the glass on the bar top beside her. "I...I think it sorta scares me. Not to mention...I feel sorta bad they seem to have such...high expectations."

She answered him honestly, sighed softly, and looked at her glass for a moment. "These people probably expect my mind to be as beautiful as my body. But...I tend to scare people off when I can't help but talk about cutting people open. Plus, I don't trust these people to excite me how I'd like. I like the attention...but it's not their attention that excites me." Her eyes turned back to Haru as she found herself enjoying his attention. After all, she was not blind to the attention he had given her when she walked in. He was the only one she recognized, so he was the first to catch her eye. Her thoughts about her fellow doctor halted when he revealed she had projected her thoughts.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at this revelation, her eyes turning away from Haru as she found herself stumbling on her words. "I...Well...You see...I didn't mean to..." She was flustered, her innocence showing as she grabbed her drink and finished it in a few gulps. She placed the glass down as she tried to regain her composure from her slip-up. "Since I have to be honest now...I will admit...I feel you may not be what you seem on the surface." She looked back at him as she bit her lip gently.

Delilah wasn't surprised to hear that the man had a surgeon or two crawling around inside him. Part of her wondered if everyone once was in the hospital at some point, considering the city's nature. When he grinned and made another statement, she flushed with complete shame. She didn't intend for it to sound like she was belittling him. She choked on the drink she had been sipping as she stumbled on her words. "Oh my goodness, I swear that's not what I meant when I over-explained my work. I just…overexplain when I'm nervous. I don't…talk to people unless they're my patients. I don't really have…friends."

She was honest with the man, apologetic as she spoke. "Besides, I'm only smart 'cause my sperm donor was some hot shot smarty. Well, and the photographic memory I have. I never forget a thing." She tried to clear the air, tapping her head with her finger slightly as she said it. Thankfully, he didn't seem offended, at least on the surface, as he explained to her how a couple people could sniff her out for what she was. She knew she shouldn't be surprised, but it was hard to believe that Elysian's even had a unique scent that differed them from those around her. She couldn't help but giggle, though, as he mentioned that some people weren't that bright.

Delilah watched in confusion momentarily as her companion reached up, and his hands landed on his mask. She was stunned momentarily to see how well his face matched his kind eyes. He looked charming, and his hair was longer than she had expected but fit his bearded face. She sipped her drink and stared momentarily, taking in his appearance before his words brought her out of her dazed state. She hadn't even realized she had projected her thoughts until he answered them with kind words, her cheeks flushing a bit as she turned her head in embarrassment. She tried to clear her mind so she wouldn't let another thought slip out unwillingly.

"...I didn't mean for you to hear that...but your words bring me comfort. Plus, I find it a little less lonely when I seem to be finding myself decent company." She slipped her hand up as she spoke, sliding the mask down her face and revealing her delicate features. Her cover now hanging off her neck from the ribbon that held it together behind her head. She turned to him and smiled softly, comfortable in his presence. She was happy to know he understood her better than any human could, giggling as he mentioned his home behind his work. "If only I could live so close to the hospital. I'd sleep right next to the Pediatrics ward if I could. Though, I doubt the hospital would let me live at work."