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I won't let you fall apart
Who: Jezebelle, Nikita, and Graham
Where: Phone calls
When: 1am
Jezebelle sat on the bed, phone pressed to her ear as she listened to it ring on the other end. She'd intended to make the call earlier in the day, but then time had slipped away from her and she'd forgotten. It hadn't seemed urgent, but now it clearly was. She just hoped that Nikita could point her in the right direction. She'd hadn't made a habit of dealing with blood hunters in Scarlet Oak, but that was all about to change.
It was still raining. Therefore, Graham was still awake. He vaguely remembered getting sleep sometime Thursday night, but since the rain came in, all chances of him resting were thrown out the window. The heated blankets were a lovely bonus to the bedroom, but it didn't help that he couldn't sleep. And what was even worse was that he was starting to see and hear things, as if he was hallucinating on a bad drug trip. Pile that on top of the massive headache that was still persisting and overall exhaustion, just to make matter worse. Graham was not happy and was actually finding himself to be in better spirits the previous day when the demon was involved. Jezebelle had mentioned something about finding blood for him and he trusted her enough to know that she would follow through with that. While she was busy on the phone, Graham curled up by her side, wrapped up in several layers of heated blankets with his head in her lap and clutching his head in an attempt to block out the hallucinations. Now and then he twitched and curled up into a ball, visually horrified of what he was experiencing.
Somewhere in the Vostrikova household, there was a phone going off in the middle of the night. While most of her assistants were at their homes and resting, Nikita was up and doing the usual paperwork for business. She was in her office when the phone initially went off, looking up from her work and raised an eyebrow while she looked on over to Anne. The young girl immediately rose from her seat and shuffled over to fetch the phone for her boss, yawning as she glanced at the caller ID. "It's um... Marino?"
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Where: Phone calls
When: 1am
Jezebelle sat on the bed, phone pressed to her ear as she listened to it ring on the other end. She'd intended to make the call earlier in the day, but then time had slipped away from her and she'd forgotten. It hadn't seemed urgent, but now it clearly was. She just hoped that Nikita could point her in the right direction. She'd hadn't made a habit of dealing with blood hunters in Scarlet Oak, but that was all about to change.
It was still raining. Therefore, Graham was still awake. He vaguely remembered getting sleep sometime Thursday night, but since the rain came in, all chances of him resting were thrown out the window. The heated blankets were a lovely bonus to the bedroom, but it didn't help that he couldn't sleep. And what was even worse was that he was starting to see and hear things, as if he was hallucinating on a bad drug trip. Pile that on top of the massive headache that was still persisting and overall exhaustion, just to make matter worse. Graham was not happy and was actually finding himself to be in better spirits the previous day when the demon was involved. Jezebelle had mentioned something about finding blood for him and he trusted her enough to know that she would follow through with that. While she was busy on the phone, Graham curled up by her side, wrapped up in several layers of heated blankets with his head in her lap and clutching his head in an attempt to block out the hallucinations. Now and then he twitched and curled up into a ball, visually horrified of what he was experiencing.
Somewhere in the Vostrikova household, there was a phone going off in the middle of the night. While most of her assistants were at their homes and resting, Nikita was up and doing the usual paperwork for business. She was in her office when the phone initially went off, looking up from her work and raised an eyebrow while she looked on over to Anne. The young girl immediately rose from her seat and shuffled over to fetch the phone for her boss, yawning as she glanced at the caller ID. "It's um... Marino?"
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