WHO: Patrick, Limos and Famine WHAT: The horseperson having to rescue her saint WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: Central park WARNINGS: TBA
Patrick had spent the night at Clio's, trying to ignore the frantic derailing of his life. He had played with his Goddaughter and listened to his best friend before opening up and spilling basically everything. Clio was good for that. He had, however, not mentioned that he thought Joey was with Lucifer. He didn't need to remind her of her time with the fallen angel. He simply said he was worried and wondered if his friend was going to be okay.
After leaving Clio's, Patrick wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. He headed for the park, trying to perhaps enjoy the end of summer. He had been sitting there for about forty-five minutes when he realised he was feeling absolutely wretched His head swam and his stomach clenched and he felt inexplicably nauseated. With panic, he realised what the feeling was.
Out of nowhere and for absolutely no reason, Patrick was starving.
Frantically he dug his mobile out of his his pocket and he groaned as he texted Famine.
In Central Park near Alice statue. Starving. Are you doing t- Can you help? I don't know what's happening.
Patrick felt too weak and sick to even move. Instead of going in search of food, he crossed his arms over his stomach and he hunched over on the park bench looking absolutely as miserable as he felt. He was too preoccupied to even feel the other immortal near him; the woman who was absolutely the cause of his torment.