Thread: A Vampire and his Anchor (Niksis & Ms Catailia)

The night was a typical warm summer night. The air was thick with unusual humidity though and it felt stifling as she walked to work in her black fitted scrubs. Luckily she didn't live far from the hospital, unluckily she lived close enough that the gun shot that just rang out into the air and the shatter of glass near by was not unusual. Suddenly a chill came over her though, filling her body with an unease, and urge of some sort. Was this curiosity she was feeling? Who ever goes toward the sound of gunfire? It must have been a few blocks away and so she was sure she was safe, and yet suddenly she felt cold on such a warm evening. The hospital was just a few more blocks the opposite direction but for some reason her feet began leading her toward where the noise had come from. The city streets were still busy on the Friday evening, not many walking but plenty driving. She felt alone though, as though the world had faded away until she found the reason for this uncomfortable feeling inside of her. It was as though she had lost something valuable and she was searching for where it could have gone. Retracing steps she had never taken before. Brianne Winters, or more well known and Bryn, was the average typical woman. Well, she liked to think of herself as a woman but at barely twenty-two, she still had so much left to learn about the world. She had been told often about how naive she was, about how she really shouldn't give so many people the benefit of doubt. She was the kind of girl that people worried about because she just didn't have it in her to see the bad in the world. Bryn didn't mind though. She enjoyed the wonders and mysteries of the world, and life had rewarded her handsomely for it. She believed as long as she was doing something to help, whether it be simple things like not passing judgement or paying it forward somehow, or by helping to save people's lives at the hospital she worked at. As long as she was helping the world in some way, she was content. Bryn had lived in foster care most of her life. She didn't know who her parents had been and she didn't mind the constant bouncing around due to regulations and serious violations by her foster parents. She had seen awful things from drug abuse to sexual abuse, violence, cruelty, and the utter destruction of those who shared her rather miserable childhood. Bryn had always kept positive though and learned at a young age that as long as you held on, things did get better. She had been the nurturer of every family she lived with. She would be the one to stand up for the other kids, hold and sooth them when they were upset, mend them when they were hurt. She was the one who had made sure all her temporary brothers and sisters were cared for and loved. So she had known at a very young age that the medical profession was where she wanted to be, specifically as someone who worked closely with the patients. A nurse. There had been many parents that had tried to adopt Bryn as she grew up, but they all fell through for one reason or another. Being the positive outlooker that she was, she considered that Fate had a different plan for her and she had counted herself thankful many times when she had been around to help her temporary siblings. She didn't like to imagine what would have happened had she not been there, but luckily there was no point in doing so because the present was all that mattered. The blonde never worried about the past, nor the future. What would come, would come. There was no other truth than that, so she never allowed herself to worry for too long. Life was meant to be lived in the moment, it could not be predicted. Bryn simply followed Fate's path. That led her toward the corner in front of her but she heard something. Ignoring the urges to move toward where the gun shot had come from, green eyes looked down into the darkness of the alley beside her. She listened closely and heard heavy breathing, some groans of discomfort. Could it really be the gun shot victim? Hello, she called out into the dark alley, squinting her eyes as she pulled her phone from her pocket to illuminate the alley with the blue of her screen. Her eyes widened with what she saw, the male sitting there with blood staining his shirt. He looked to be suffering. Hang on. Quickly she changed to an app that turned a flashlight on and knelt down beside the man. My name is Bryn, I'm a nurse from the local hospital. Could I please take a look at your wound? Its a gun shot wound, correct? If its clean entry I can easily remove it to save you from more discomfort. It looks like its not anywhere near anything lethal. Her voice was confident and clear with a soothing tone to it. She didn't want the male to panic, hoping to keep him calm and remove the bullet before calling an ambulance. The last thing that would be good for him was to put too much stress or panic on his injured body. She quickly pulled her side shoulder bag off of her shoulder and reached in for a pair of gloves. She always made sure she was prepared with some things but now considered bringing a full on first aid kit from now out. All she had was some antiseptic, bandages, water, alcohol swabs and gloves, although for now that was all plenty necessary and she felt lucky to have ever lugged that stuff around in the first place. As if any part of this situation was lucky.