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[whydogs]

Who: Jill & Wataru
When: Feoveuer 9 - 10
Where: Jill's apartment
What: Miss Bartender turning into a vampire
Warnings: Character death, trauma, injury, and overall sad times

[The sickness that was gradually claiming her life took a fast and escalated turn on the night of the full moon. Jill was weak enough that leaving her bed and her room was out of the question. She felt and looked like a mess, but that was honestly the least of her worries. Her breathing was hard and labored, she continued to cough up blood, and that wasn't even the worst of it.

Still, she tried her absolute best to at least get a single message out to Wataru, fingers trembling as they pressed each key.]

help

my room

[Jill hoped and prayed that he would be able to see the message. And if that wasn't enough, the sheer panic and fear being fed through the bond would likely be even more of an alarm.

Her eyes began to tear up as she weakly began to sob and cry in what would be her literal deathbead.

She didn't want to die alone.

She didn't want to die.

Someone.

Anyone.

Please.]

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[whydogs]

[Fuck.

Fuck.

Jill's mind is going a mile a minute trying to process what had just happened. She remembers being sick, and texting for Wataru for help. The rest is mostly a blur.

Then there was waking up and feeling... overwhelmed.]

I-I'm fine. Really.

I'm way more worried about you.

[Hang on, why wasn't she... needing to breathe?]

Wait, did I just suck your blood?

...

Am I dead?

[kivatteru]

[ He's about to try reassuring her that he's going to be fine, if only to calm her down a bit, but what she asks next gets his words stuck in his throat.

Forlorn feelings are shown in his expression as he presses his lips together. ]

Yeah. To both questions. I'm sorry, Jill.

[ Her emotional state is more important to deal with than his injury right now. ]

[whydogs]

[She remains motionless, eyes open and mouth slightly hanging open. It was one of those moments where... You'd wonder if it was really happening.

If it was all some kind of weird dream.

But it... wasn't.]

... Huh.

[Was all she could really muster, raising her hands to look at them both.

Definitely more pale than she'd remembered.]

I feel mostly the same.

How do I look?

[Fortunately, Jill looks exactly the same as before. Her red eyes are more pronounced, and there's the obvious fangs, too. But... she looks pretty much like before.]

[kivatteru]

[ Well. It takes a bit to look at her properly because his vision is swimming a bit from the blood loss, but he then answers truthfully. ]

Your eyes are red, and... you have fangs. Otherwise you look the same as before.

[ Which is comforting to know, until he realizes there will possibly be further changes down the line. This is only the beginning. ]

[whydogs]

[Jill brings up both hands to explore her face. Colder to touch, sure, but everything feels like it's the same. Ah, but speaking of the fangs, she can't help but want to check that out on the spot. Unflattering, but she opens wide and pokes a finger against the tip of said fang.]

Son of a bitch that's sharp.

[Would have to be, if the point is to pierce flesh.]

[kivatteru]

Be careful with that...

[ He knew firsthand how sharp those fangs were. Speaking of which, he needs a gauze for his wound, and something more effective to stop the blood with. He looks around, spots some paper towels, and apologizes to Jill before ripping some off and pressing them against his neck. ]

Do you have any medical tool I could use here?

[whydogs]

Yeah, hang on, let me get all that.

[Jill hurried along and gathered some supplies. She doesn't quite have gauze, but she does have rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls to help. It was the least she could do after the mess she'd made.]

Is it bleeding a lot? We might need to see someone who can use some, uh, healing magic.

'Cause I sure as shit can't.