✖ anxiety attack: 009 ✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[A. Streets]

[Walking home from the hospital, Mika moves slowly, finding things to rest against in her halting trip. Her head is bandaged and her limbs tremble from the strain. The weakness in her bad leg seems to have gotten much worse. Strange spidery blotches mark her legs, and her feet seem to be bandaged as well from what can be seen around her shoes.]

[B. 339 Brady Lane]

[When Mika pushes open the door, her voice is hushed as she calls out to her housemates.]

Quinn? Raz? Are you guys home?

[She will all but collapse onto the couch, curling up defensively.]

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[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

Er... Sorry, sorry. I am Crowley. Just a bit of a change.

[He steps out of the car, stiletto heels clicking on the pavement.]

Come on, Mika. Let me take you somewhere.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

What?

[She's squinting harder at him? Her? Straining uncomfortably to hear.]

I just want to get home, thanks. Or find someone that can fix this.

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

I'll drive you home.

[He offers with a gesture to help her into the car.]

I tell you, seeing you like this makes me very anxious to get back to my full strength.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about?

[She was having a hard time following what Crowley was talking about, mostly because of how hard she was working just to hear him.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[He waves his hand a bit dismissively, his nails painted a pristine red.]

Don't worry about it, Mika. In you get.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[She has a little trouble moving but she makes it into the car without injuring herself or somehow wrecking the car. So it's a success in her mind.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[Crowley slips in next to her in the driver's seat.]

Er... Where do you live?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

What?

[She peers at Crowley, brows furrowed.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

Where do you live, Mika?