#drhalepitt

the patient had caught him off guard. he hadn't expected the sedation to wear off so quickly, but he supposed he should have. he'd come in combative, coming down off something that he wasn't coherent enough to tell them about. metabolizing the sedative that quickly was almost impressive.

it had been a long time since he'd gotten his bell rung that spectacularly. and the second blow from the wall behind him hadn't helped in the slightest. sitting on the floor with the heel of his hand pressed against his temple wasn't the most dignified position to be found in, but at least he was conscious.

there's mild chaos around him but he's having a hard time tracking it all. the usual tinnitus in his right ear was ringing especially loud right now. there's hands on him, he's not sure who's but they're dragging him off the floor and out of the room. there's iron in his mouth and he's not sure if its from his nose or lip. maybe both. sure that he looks like a right horror show being paraded through the central hub.

this was going to be a lot of paperwork.

he's put in a room, the lights are turned off and he's left alone for... well he has no idea really. what he does know is there's suddenly something cold touching his face. a hand shooting up to grip at her wrist before releasing her just as quickly.

"sorry. didn't hear you come in."

[ sms : pops ] Weylen , please , i really need you right now . [ sms : pops ] I'm in my bathroom locked in here . My brother came over and he's not in his right head . He won't leave . Lady is crying in here with me . I can't get out the window with her . [ sms : pops ] he keeps hitting the door . [ sms : pops ] I'm so sorry .

The sudden repeated buzz one after the other wasn't completely out of the norm. When there was a third and a fourth that was different. He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a look to see who was messaging. His heart sunk in an instant. He couldn't say where or when the relationship to Igraine had shifted from mentor for paternal but he adored her like he did his own kid and her in danger was not acceptable. The shift was about over and he didn't have time.

He dialed with a swift couple of swipes, "Hey Conley, I gotta run. I've got an emergency you mind calling dipshit for me? Yeah I know but i don't have time. Thanks." He was out the door and running through the parking lot keys in hand. This was one of the few times he wished he had a fob key.

[sms : Iggy ] On my way. be there in 5. [sms : Iggy ] Does he have a gun or anything? [sms : Iggy ] Whatever you can tell me.

He ignored ever speed limit, he knew his way to her place like it was second nature. He sent a voice text to Jack so he'd know where he was and pulled into her place. He grabbed the gun out of the glove compartment tucking it under the scrub shirt and hoping he's not going to have to use it.

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langdon drinking blood as a baby vampire:

No. No she has not. 

Mel shakes her head before she leans her head back against the wall and drags both her hands down her face before fixing her glasses. Mel, unusually, wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep. There was nothing that was going to be able to salvage this day. 

A small tick of her head to the side, Mel tries to think her way around it with a truthful but positive answer. 

She can’t find one, that's the problem. 

“Look I-” fuck. “No.” 

Wasn’t like she had planned it that way, she had got out of here late, and then there had been something happening outside her apartment building, and then there had been far too much noise in the apartment and then her phone had rang, a plea to come in early because they were swamped. A disaster all around. 

"somewhere inside is the girl that i once loved..."