december (pins_n_ribbons) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-29 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-16-2017, december, december and zania, zania |
glad you're okay
Who: Zania and December
Where: The morgue
When: Around 2:30 AM
It felt like she’d walked a marathon by the time she got to the morgue, but it was only because Zania was shuffling along. Her body ached from head to toe, the lack of blood in her system effecting her more than she was willing to admit. If December hadn’t had blood to offer her, she would’ve taken from her brother, regardless of how awkward it made him feel. Luckily, they didn’t have to go there and Justin had headed home with a promise to clean up her living room. Lance had dropped her off at the hospital before heading over to the brothel, where he would hopefully find Kenzie. This night seemed to be lasting forever and not in a good way.
“Hello?” she called out as she pushed open the door to the morgue. She was expecting it to smell like the frogs she dissected in school, but instead it smelled clean. Like disinfectant. That was generally not a good thing, but far better than the alternative.
December had a huge wall going of activities, and missing persons names. She was trying to keep it all organized, even if she didn't like anything that was happening and it was confusing as fuck. When she heard the greeting, she looked over, and spotted Zan. “Hey – in here,” she said, immediately going to her office to grab a bag of blood for the vampire. She was glad she'd come, it was much better to grab something like that than for her to try and feed off of anyone just now.
Zania’s eyes wandered as she headed into December’s office, the board catching her attention. It was a good idea, but it was also disturbing, not on December’s part, but just in general. “Hi,” she said, her hand reaching out to grab the wall for support. “Thanks so much for this. I had a spare in the fridge, but I needed that to heal myself.” That spare was supposed to last her in case she didn’t have someone to feed from, but now she knew she needed some for emergencies.
“You look awful, no offense. How hurt are you yet?” December asked, tone conveying her real concern. She got the bag out of her office and handed it to Zan, standing by to help steady her if she appeared to need it.
“I look better than I did,” Zania said with a hint of a smile. “I took three bullets after a fight with a werewolf. One of them caught me in the neck and I bled out. The first bag must’ve healed the worst of it.” She couldn’t wait to drink this one, though, and she immediately bit into it as December handed it over. Her eyes shut as she drank, feeling instantly better.
December didn't say anything, waiting for Zania to be done with the blood. She kept looking her over, and took in the information. Jesus, this shit was just turning into a bloodbath. Her anxiety over Mickey being missing got worse, and she hadn't quite thought that was possible. “...I'm glad you're okay,” she said, tone light.
Zania was a bit light headed by the time she finished the blood bag, but feeling significantly better. There was a light tingling all over her body, and then everything felt right. There was still some pain, but not the sort that would slow her down. “Thanks,” she said, stretching her arms over her head, then back down at her side. “How are things out there? I kind of lost track after the attack.”
“I don't know. So far it just seems like people are really missing, and shit's on fire everywhere.” December didn't sound hopeful, because she wasn't. “...and I think Mickey's missing. He hasn't gotten back to me at all, and by now, he would have.”
Fire. That explained why she hadn’t heard from Nic. He would have his hands full. But December not hearing from Mickey reminded her that she hadn’t either. He was generally the sort to get back to her. “Shit. I was hoping you’d heard from him. I haven’t either. I’ll stop by his house after I leave here, but that doesn’t sound good.”
“Yeah, I know. Keep me posted, if you do hear from him, and if you don't...fuck, I don't know. I don't even really know where to start. Got any spare werewolves around who can try to track him?” December asked.
“The only werewolf I really know is my brother. And Jack. My my cousin’s boyfriend, Micah.” Which was actually more werewolves than she thought she knew. “Actually, I can put Justin on that as soon he’s done clearing the body from my living room. I’m sure he’ll be able to track better than I ever could.”
“Micah, I'm pretty sure isn't going to leave the hospital,” December said. He was probably right not to, he'd be needed here. “Your brother, though-” she broke off as Zania stepped to already. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Zania nodded, agreeing that Micah would be plenty busy. If anyone was left alive, he’d need to see to them. But Justin was one she could easily drag in to help. “You’re welcome. Anything I can do, let me know. I wanna take these fuckers out for what they’ve done.”
“Me too,” December agreed wholeheartedly, a vicious little note in her tone. “I’ll let you know if you can do anything, let me know if I can, okay? I feel useless here, but I think I’m actually best to keep everyone informed. I just...didn’t really sign the fuck on for this. Or maybe I did, I don’t know.” Clearly, she needed sleep, but that wasn’t happening.
“Sure thing,” Zania nodded. “Right now, I think all we can do is look for people. I’m sure the werewolves will be the most useful. If the sun’s out tomorrow, then I’m out of commission all day.” Which was going to annoy the hell out of her, but would at least force her to rest. “I think you’ve been a huge help in keeping everyone informed. It’s not a small job.”
December actually appreciated Zania's reassurance that she wasn't being useless. It helped. She gave the woman a half smile. “Thanks,” she said. Simple, but truthful. “Anything else I can do for you? I'll get another bag of blood here or a few if I can, so come back when you need it again,” she offered. “That way you don't have to worry about feeding, you just will have a source ready to go.”
“Thanks, I could definitely use that. I try to track my sources, just so I don’t take too much from someone too often, but this attack really threw me off. It’d be good to have something on hand, just in case it happens again.” That’s what the blood in her fridge had been for, but it hadn’t been enough. She didn’t know where December was getting the blood from, but since she worked in a hospital, it probably didn’t matter. And if it was from the bodies on her table, she’d rather not know. “I’ll keep you posted, okay?”
December nodded. “'Kay,” she agreed. Then she turned herself back to her work, glad that Zania was on their team. And that she was okay. The more people that were okay the better.