closed || In between the daylight hours

[hypoxic]

Who: Doctor Fitz and Doctor Fraser, with Doctor Moore sprinkled in later.
Where: first-floor clinic
When: September 01
Rating: Probably a light R for violence
Summary: Fitz has been faking an injury to cover up for his lack of knowledge as he settles into his other persona's life. He hadn't counted on being forced into a checkup.
The Story:

[Thus far, it's been easy to hide in plain sight among his enemies. He shares a face with someone else that they trust and respect, after all. It was a seamless integration, with just the slightest methodological hiccup. Eventually, concerned friends and hangers-on would challenge his stories and follow up on them.

He's arrived at the clinic under protest. He can no longer put off Simmons' incessant braying about his health and the possibilities that his medications might need to be changed. He'd decided to flat-out lie to her about his treatment schedule until she'd checked with Claire herself. Appointments were made largely without his consent.

He settles into a seat most likely designed for concerned hangers-on rather than any of the patient accommodations. Claire will find him sitting stiff and upright, fastidiously adjusting the buttons on his sleeve. This selection of unflattering cardigans and buttonup shirts would barely pass for a casual friday at a third-rate office. He aches for the day when he'll be able to dress himself properly.]

Good day, Doctor. I do apologize for the waste of your time. My partner is unnecessarily committed to chasing windmills and seeking impossible answers. I'm certain that further testing won't change my usual diagnosis.

Comments

[hypoxic]

[He sways on his feet when she releases him, but never quite falls. He can't as much as consider doing anything that would risk breaking eye contact.]

It all happened so fast. I saw the medical tray smash into her head. She fell. And then I fell. I saw the lights. Saw her lying there, not moving... And then my head went into the cabinet. There was blood in my eyes... A scalpel. The mirror without a covering. And then I stopped looking until the other doctor found me.

[He didn't see a murderer though. Odd how that happened.]

[alsoagirl]

[ She gives him a curious look through narrowed eyes. Something's not adding up, but she can't put her finger on it. ]

Did you get any sort of look at who hurt y'all?

[hypoxic]

[He blinks slowly, but can't stop the honest answer from tumbling past his lips. At least it's a convenient one.]

I didn't see anyone.

[alsoagirl]

[ Meh. He's useless after all. ]

Well, thanks, I guess.

[ Jessica's about to release him and call it a bust, but...well, the opportunity is too good to pass up. She not in a great mood, and well. He's there.

She presses a finger to his neck, right over his pulse. ]

Y'know, I could bite you right now and you couldn't stop me. Tell me exactly how that makes you feel.

[ Time to see how deeply his dislike of vampires goes. The taste of it she got before? She had to be only scratching the surface. ]

[hypoxic]

[When she touches his neck, his head feels weightless, ready to move however she wills it.]

It feels dirty. It confirms exactly what I've always known about your kind. You sicken me.

[alsoagirl]

[ That pulls a quiet growl out of her throat. ] Know what? Feelin's mutual. Don't make a sound.

[ In a flash, she's slapped her hand over his mouth and yanked his head aside to bite into his neck. She's making no effort to be gentle, wanting to be sure he feels how much humans like him make her sick.

And, okay, maybe there's also the bonus of fresh blood. The hatred must be making him taste extra delicious or something.

Wrapping her arm around his back to fully keep him in place, she takes her fill. ]

[hypoxic]

[It feels like he's being poisoned, the sanctity of his body invaded by a foreign entity. But he can do nothing to stop the violence from overcoming his body, to prevent her from stealing the blood out of his veins.

He sinks into her grip before he can summon the will to struggle.]

[alsoagirl]

[ Jessica throws her head back before she can take too much blood. This was more to send a message, not so much to get a full meal. Besides, it wouldn't be too much of a mystery if this guy showed up dead and drained of blood. She is so not good at dealing with dead bodies.

Mouth and chin wet with blood, she grins at him and licks her fangs, just to be even more of an asshole. No, wait! She can make it worse. After straightening him back up, she runs a finger over his shiny new fang marks and licks the blood off her fingertip. You know, just in case he needed more reason to hate her. ]

I'm gonna let these stay here, 'kay? [ She prods his neck near the wounds, making more blood bead up. ] Just so you have a lil somethin' to remember me by. And if anyone asks about 'em? Say you offered. Y'know, since you care so much about my kind. Deep down, though? [ She leans in, her voice low and dangerous. ] You'll know I did this 'cause you fucking deserved it.

[ Would she regret this later? Probably. Would part of her still get glee out of it? Ohhh, yeah.

With that, she releases the glamour and pushes him back onto his cot. She'd probably have left by now, but she's curious to see his reaction. Jessica crosses her arms, barely able to hide the amusement on her face. ]