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The brunette hadn't been far from My Laundrette when she felt exhaustion grip hold of her body. She had been with Vincent, becoming his eyes, his mind seeing the people around them as Demons, including her. When she realized she couldn't be Vincent's eyes anymore, she asked him to leave her to walk the rest of the way on her own. She had waited until he was out of sight before she let herself collapse to the concrete, knowing she could no longer stay conscious on her own. There was no way for her to know how long she had been out, but she awoke to agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, as her eyes opened and she gasped.

Delilah groaned loudly sat up carefully, placing her hands on the fabric that was once her white coat and ripped it off her waist. The pain in her body slowly subsided as her once silver eyes turned back to their dark brown color, her hands slowly slipping her Scrub shirt up. Her tank top underneath followed the Scrub, revealing a scar where her wounds had once been underneath her dried blood. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experiencing such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, a silent noise nearby startling her.

She turned to the source as she stood quickly, a rock in her hand as if it were her signature weapon for the night. She glared in the direction of the approaching figure, expecting the worst. She held the rock tighter, cracking the poor thing on accident with her strength. Surprising herself as she let out a frustrated groan. 'This isn't the time to lose control of my abilities! God damn it!' The thought was short though as she opened her mouth to speak.

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.

Coviwood: Delilah McLaine - 29 - Upcoming Actress

Delilah was never the popular kid, often seen as the loner who only needed herself to survive. Everyone always thought she would be a doctor or scientist, but Delilah had always dreamed of being famous. She abandoned her hometown to pursue an education in theater and the arts, working as a bartender to get by. However, after meeting a director straight after college, she gave up her career to let him build up his. Paying their bills and cleaning up after him for a decade. It all paid off though as he helped her get the starring role in his new TV Series, “Crimes on Campus”. Unfortunately, the show was poorly written and was unlikely to get a third season. However, under her boyfriend's suggestion and multiple peers pressuring her into doing “What's best for everyone?”, she stood naked in front of the camera for most of the second season. Thanks to her choice, her cast has a third season to look forward to, while Delilah feels like she lost a part of herself by degrading herself for a show. She is still unsure about her decision and finds comfort at the bottom of a bottle.

Connections

Vincent - Friend: Vincent is one of the cameramen on “Crimes on Campus” and met Delilah through her boyfriend, Rory. She found Vincent easy to talk to compared to her cast members and would often spend more time with him on her breaks than her fellow Co-Stars.

Rory - Now Ex-Boyfriend (NPC): Delilah met Rory right after college and even gave up her career to help support his dreams. But he had changed over the years, and after he and her Co-stars pressured her into getting naked for views, she broke things off with him and made him move out. This made things awkward for her on set.

The brunette couldn't help but slam her apartment door open in frustration, her temper showing as the door slammed behind her. She threw something across the room, the journal slapping against the wall before sliding to the ground. She untied her hair, stripped of her clothing, and showered from her exhausting work day. Her thoughts drifted to her Psych Eval, one she thought she had successfully dodged with her diligent work. However, things didn't go well, and she was told she was cut from surgeries until further notice. She sighed, shaking the thoughts away as she finished her shower and returned to the rest of her apartment.

She drifted her eyes to the notebook as she wrapped a towel around her body, pursing her lips as she sighed. Before long, she was sitting on her comforter, nicely laid across the floor and folded as her makeshift bed. She opened the notebook, took the pen in the spiral out, and let the click fill her silent apartment as she began to write.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write here, considering I don't talk about my feelings. But...I guess that's why the therapist suggested such a stupid way to vent, as if writing it all down would make it go away. They claimed to understand that this must have been traumatic for me, but they had no fucking clue. They don't have to relive the moment Israel sank his canines into my flesh, do they? They don't have a permanent reminder on their body that they can't erase, despite how hard they try. They don't have to tremble at the constant smell of those around them, unable to stop themselves from seeking his scent out. I can't sleep cause every time I do, everything replays in my head perfectly, as if I was still there. My photographic memory no longer feels like a gift, only a burden to drag me down. I thought I was fine the first few days...but then a week passed...and then two weeks, and suddenly I couldn't handle the sleepless nights. One smell of a wolf today...and I lost all my senses, and instead of calming myself, I collapsed in the stairwell. I hadn't even realized I was having a panic attack until my Attendee pulled me out and realized I had skipped my Psych evaluation. I should have just slept and pushed past the nightmares, but I couldn't do it, and...I still can't. I can't even gain the courage to see Vincent after everything he did for me. Vincent...just thinking about him hurts because part of me fears him. I know I shouldn't feel that way...but I can't help myself. I remember the look of blood on his fur, and all I can think about is he must have killed people before I ran into him. I feel guilty for those thoughts...I do...but what if he did kill people? Innocent people...all because he was in a blind rage caused by the city's enemies. I can't imagine Vincent being a killer, as he's been so kind to me, but do I really know him? What if I know nothing about a wolf's true desires...and my mistake ends up being trusting him? No. No, I can't think like that. Vincent is my friend, not only that but someone who saved my life despite seeing me as an enemy. If I can trust anyone, it's Vincent. He's been honest with me from the day we met...even telling me about his ailment. Maybe...I should text him? If anyone would understand me...It would be Vincent. He was there for me. Yeah...I'm going to text Vincent and hope when he's lucid he'll see me.

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..."