Colin's posts

Jake just sighed.

"Yeah." he said.

He then fired off a text to Angela, telling her where he was and what he was doing.

Once he did that, he pocketed his phone.

"I wish I knew." he told her.

"She's a demon. What could have hurt her like that? Right before our eyes, and in such a quick amount of time, whole remaining... hidden?" he asked.

"And why HER and not ME?" he asked further.

"Damn it, so many questions, and NO answers..." he growled.

"Wish I could tell you." Jake replied.

"One second we're fine, next second she's saying something seems off, next second after that, she has deep claw slashes from her shoulder to her hip, and she's bleeding profusely." he went on.

He then told her what he did, sent her off and all, and went to the med wing... where he learned she had somehow sustained even MORE injuries.

Worse injuries.

"...so yeah." he finished, having told her what Angela told him.

"I'm a BIT stressed."

"....damn." Jake muttered.

"I'll... check later." he said.

"But... yeah, tonight started out great." he then told her.

"Anya and I finally had a date night after... over a month." he continued.

"And it was going wonderfully." he then said further.

"...until she was... well... attacked."

"The hardest-" Jake started to say, before pausing and sighing.

"No." he said.

"I don't need to get back into THOSE habits." he muttered.

"If you have Dragonfire Whisky, that'd be great." he told her.

"And some cola to mix it with." he continued.

"...at least, to start with." he then said.

"We'll see how things develop from there..." he mumbled.

"And... I've been all right... until tonight." he then added, answering her first question.

Jake just smirked as he accepted her hand and got to his feet... an odd sight, seeing as he was practically twice her height.

"We'll see, Izea." he replied.

"We'll just see." he repeated.

With that, the two of them made their way to her dorm, and he stretched a little when the door was shut behind him.

"How've you been?" he asked.

"We haven't spoken in... about a week, is it?"

Again, Jake sighed.

"Firstly, that explains something." he said.

He then reached behind him and grabbed... a screw.

"Landed on this when I fell." he told her, tossing it over.

"Really smarts on the back, too." he muttered with a wry chuckle.

"And your dorm? Booze?" he then asked.

"Lead the way." he told her.

"My current sorrows can use a good drowning."

"....oh." Jake said.

"Sorry." he apologised.

"I'm just... distracted." he told her. "Very much so." he went on.

"And hell on my shoulders? That's... a good way to put it..." he continued.

"Was just looking for a quiet place to have a small mental breakdown." he told her with a small chuckle.

'...though I suppose having a friend there would help." he then admitted.

"But... but before all that... what were you doing down there?" he asked.

"I know you're not the most... gifted... in verticality... but I know I can't just trip over you like that unless you're not standing."

"......." Jake was silent, and nodded again.

"Thank you." he said, accepting the water.

"Thank you so much." he repeated.

He then excused himself so she could get back to work, and left the medical wing. As he walked, he found himself preoccupied in his thoughts... so much so, he didn't notice something, and tripped.

He went face forward, but managed to hold onto the bottle of water, collapsing in a heap.

"Agh!" he let out a grunt, as the wind was almost knocked out of him.

"Good." Jake replied.

"That's... that's good." he said.

"I know I can trust your word on things like this." he went on.

"......" he was then silent, before shaking his head.

"Well, I'm going to go." he told her.

"I'm going to find a nice quiet place where I can be alone... and have a breakdown."

"Well, just.... just do your best." he said.

"Maybe contact Azazel or something." he went on.

"I know he's far from a medic, but I've heard he's been reading up on medic-stuff for demons." he continued.

"I think..." he muttered.

"Regardless, at the very least, he and Anya are close friends." he went on.

"He deserves to know."

Jake just gritted his teeth.

"Damn it." he cursed.

"What the hell could have done this?" he wondered.

"And those slashes literally just appeared on her. In the blink of an eye." he went on.

"It.. it makes no sense." he muttered.

"...and why did it attack HER and not ME...?" he then wondered further.

"...." he then grew silent, before slumping forward slightly, and letting out a very heavy sigh.

Jake's jaw dropped, and his complexion paled.

"Wh... what?" he asked.

"That... no, that... how?" he asked further.

"She was alone for less than 30 seconds." he said.

"How could that have happened!?" he exclaimed.

"What the hell is-!?" he continued to exclaim, almost yelling now, before pausing.

"....will she make it?" he asked.

"That's all that matters."

"....what?" Jake muttered.

"I mean, we were sitting and eating." he told her.

"We were deciding about dessert, when she stated something didn't feel right." he said further.

"Before we knew it, she had grievous slash wounds that looked like they came from claws from her shoulder to her hip." he went on.

"I covered her with my jacket and sent her to the back alley, where she was picked up by emergency meds here." he continued.

"Were her injuries THAT bad?" he asked.

"Go." Jake told her.

"Head out the back door to the alley, it's closest." he said.

"I'll have someone come for you and pay up here." he told her.

She nodded in response, and quickly left the table.

After a quick story about how Anya had received a call about a family emergency, Jake paid for their food and left, but not before calling someone to show up and pick Anya up. They said it would take about 30 seconds, and Jake was reasonably sure that was enough time.

He was back at the Unit in 15 minutes, as he needed to drive there, but once he was through security, he made his way down the medical wing, and awaited someone to tell him how Anya was doing.

To say he was worried was... an understatement. Once he was sure that Anya would be okay, he would allow himself the panic and breakdown that had been threatening to burst out since whatever had happened... happened.