The Ĵσκɛя wrote:.|.|:| Sasha West |:|.|.
Sasha nodded slowly at his words and followed him with his gaze until the man was suddenly gone, he was then left to his thoughts once more, he slid off the bed just to stumbled and almost fall on the ground, he held onto the wall, he moved to the window and opened it gasping in pain with the lights, he looked around though as soon as he was less blinded by it, that just made his sobs increase for a moment, "why?" he mumbled the words and shook his head backing up. He fell onto his knees and grabbed his head on his hands whining, the lights around the room flickering until the light bulbs eventually exploded on short circuits.
Silent can hide the darkest secrets... And the most beautiful Mysteries..."
Kayla -
Kayla looked up as she felt a trimmer go through the building, and the lights began to flicker on and off. She looked towards Kegan, who shrugged, "Must be a little over whelming for him." He mumbled, looking towards the hallway that the two had previously coming from. Kayla looked as well, and noted all the nurses that were running down it.
Kayla's hand hit her forehead, "What a commotion." She grumbled, before she pushed out of her chair, only to be stopped by Kegan's hand clamped around her wrist.
Kayla gave him a questioning look, "You can only be his 'mother' for so long. Let them handle it." He stated, before pulling her back towards him.
Kegan -
Kegan could feel the resistance pulsing through her, radiating off her skin, "Kayla..." He soothed, trying to calm her, and get her to bend to his will. He knew it would never happen completely, so he picked her up, and carried her outside, like a sack of potatoes simply flung over his shoulder.
Kayla protested as she was set, ever so gently, onto the ground, "Hey! There are still one or two more newly changed I have to go visit!" She shouted, while smacking Kegan in the shoulder. It wasn't a full-fledged punch, but it still had to hurt. And it did. Kayla was no weak woman, by all means. She was the leader of a village, that lived in a place where weakness was just a beckoning for death itself. But that, combined with the blood of a Werewolf, Shifter, she was one scary woman, that was for damn sure.
"Alright, fine, we'll go back in once the demon has settled down." He mumbled, rubbing his shoulder.