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There was nothing quite like a wakeup call. Time to get your *** out of bed you lazy piece of ****! Sean would have claimed it had been the hallucination that had shoved him out of bed, though while asleep he had simply rolled off the bed himself. As he laid on his back, upon the floor, staring up, his eyes had caught sight of familiar hallucination. It was always so vividly real for him, the man who shared the likeness of his face/body shape, sound of his voice and nothing more. Groaning, Sean would roll over onto his side. His hands would press over his face, and up through his hair, so it stood up funny. He needed a haircut, he needed a shave, he needed a countless number of things that all required some motivation. Apparently his subconscious was taking it to a new level. Bringing up the figment of his mind that always got to him in ways.

He couldn’t even recall how many nights had passed, how long he had been held up to himself. Depression was a twisted dark thing, one that had been gripping a tight hold on Sean as of late. So much had happened, and so much of his paranoia feared it could get worse. Things out of his control, and it scared him. Seeing Jersey that night… there had been so much blood. That had been paired with amazing news, that Jersey and his sire were engaged. He was happy for the two of them, though scared as well by what the consequences had been. Why had it happened? Why wasn’t everyone happy about such news? Then Keara had been killed, but she was back now, yet Sean was still shaken by it all. He had tried a few times to contact Luc, but never had luck. Maybe he had run her off? His world had been spinning around him, and for the time it had felt best to keep to himself.

Now get up, and get ready. It’s time to head out and get to item hunting. You want to be a productive member of the line, time to stop ****ing around. Sean knew the words to hold truth, he needed to get it together but he would not acknowledge the delusion. He had been out once already tonight, though that was only to take Charlie out to do his business. After that, he had been content with heading back to bed. Tonight was time for a change, he needed to get back to living. Getting ready (pulling on clean cloths and brushing his teeth and other such things). Walking in a daze, his feet took to the sidewalks of the city. Pulling a half pack of cigs from his jacket, he would light up as he walked along, his eyes lingering over the buildings, looking for a good one to search for loot.

Just as one smoke was finished, the man’s cold fingers would reach to pull out another. The filter was held between his lips, though disappointment would soon be found as his lighter refused to produce a flame. ”Just great…” Words shared under his breath, as the unlit cig would be tucked away with the others in the dwindling pack. Patting his pockets, he felt for another lighter, even though he knew there wasn’t one. His eyes took in more of his surroundings then, just to get a better idea where he was at, and what shop would be the closest. He couldn’t go long without a smoke, especially recently. With backtracking only a little, and another turn, he was headed in the right direction of a shop.

That’s when he first caught sight of the woman, and it was a full on slow motion moment, as he took in helplessly what happened. A car, hit and run, and she was left to the pavement of the road as the swerving car made its get away. His feet seemed frozen for only a brief moment, shock over what his eyes had just witnessed. Cigarettes were far from his mind then as he rushed over, and knelt beside her. ”Miss? Can you hear me?” His hands held out as he spoke, but he was afraid to touch her. Glancing around, the streets were empty, there was none to help him, and he was left the only one who could.

There was blood, but he was unsure of the extent of her injuries. He could see the color slowly leaving her face and a gut feeling told him that she didn’t have long. There was likely no time to get help for her elsewhere. It hit Sean, what he could do, but the idea was terrifying. To give his blood to an unconscious stranger seemed unethical. She wouldn’t have a choice as he had…. What if this was something she wouldn’t want? For once then, he wished one of his delusions would make itself known, and tell him what to do, but it was eerily quiet. Just do it. he told himself.

He looked to her for a moment as he pulled the sleeve of his jacket up. ”I’m sorry….” He was sorry for what had happened to her, and sorry for what he was going to do. He knew it would be quite possible this stranger would hate him for what he had done to her. Though he truly meant well, with only the full intentions of saving her life the only way he could. Quickly then, Sean would use his fangs to cut along his wrist, breaking open veins. His free hand would finally reach for her, turning her head slowly before positioning his open wound to her mouth.

He did the best he could to be sure she got the blood. Would it be enough to turn her? What if it didn’t work? What if she still died anyways? He was so wrong for this….. He was not the right sort to be turning anyone, yet here he was in the street giving his blood to a woman near death. Once he thought it might have been enough, Sean would pull his wrist away. The woman still didn’t seem to be coming to. How long did it take? Sean couldn’t remember such details of his own turning. He couldn’t stay here and wait though, and his arms would reach to lift as gently as he could and cradle the woman in his arms. The walk back felt to take ages, but luckily none crossed his path.

It proved tricky, to unlock his door and get inside as he held her, though he managed well enough. Walking straight for his couch, he would lay her down easy, not even caring for the blood that he knew would be staining the cushions. He would pace the living room floor, and would glance over and over in the stranger’s direction. Finally he would step over to open a window in the room but only after he had removed his jacket and sought out a lighter. Leaning near the windows edge, Sean would light up and gaze out into the night. A light snow had begun to fall, it looked so calm and peaceful. So far off from what was going through his mind. She had to make it, this he decided, or it would simply have torn him up inside.