⊰ | ♛ | ⊱ — Of all the people that Pat could have run into that day, Mila was the last one that he ever would have expected. His last interaction with her hadn’t gone so well. She’d literally ran away from him and he hadn’t been able to figure out why. Concern had built up over time for the other, but he’d had no way to get in contact with her to check up on her.
Having spotted her when they’d ended up near each other, he was glad she didn’t take off again. If she had, he most certainly wouldn’t have known what to make of it. But then, he also wasn’t sure what to make of the gaze being leveled at him now. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been glared at before, but this seemed different. Especially given he still had no idea what she was upset about. Studying her, he debated what the best way to go about speaking to her would be. A simple hello probably wouldn’t suffice this time around. He noted the hands gripping her bag so tightly.
His eyes widened when she spoke, the words taking him entirely off guard. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. The tone of her voice was unsettling. ❝ Leave you alone ? I was on my way home, I didn’t mean to… to bother you ? ❞ He was at a loss about what he should say to her. What had he done to her ? Whatever it was, it was uninten– His thoughts were cut off abruptly. He felt his face twist in surprise and confusion, his eyebrows knitting, his lips twitching into a frown. ❝ I– what ? No. No, no, no. I’m studying to become a doctor. So I can help people, not hurt them. I would never hurt you, Mila. ❞ He was stuck on the again, too, but one thing at a time would probably be the best thing for this conversation.
She wanted to believe his words, but they contradicted the trauma that she endured for most of her life. The vivid images haunt her when small triggers appear, and Pat even being here and mentioning doctors actually being human was enough to send her into a mental spiral. It took her a while to bounce back from his last encounter with him, but she felt like she was back to square one again.
Mila took in his words. Her mouth was open to retort something back to him, but nothing came out. She just stared at him. He looked harmless with a look of concern. Nothing like what she saw back at the facility. Those few times she spent with him and talked about mundane topics. It made no sense now. Nobody aspiring to such a status should have ever been that kind to her. She wanted to run away again, but her legs wouldn’t move. The sound of her increased heart beating rang louder in her ears. Her breath was getting caught in her throat. She reduced to that of a cornered animal, not knowing what to do. From the mundane noises of the afternoon to the overthinking her brain was doing to justify how someone like Pat could be different from them, the ravenette was getting overstimulated. She struggled to get something out, anything, but just....crashed.
Mila dropped to her knees right where she was and clutched at the roots of her hair, curled up over herself. Nothing was making sense in her head anymore and it didn’t take long for her eyes to water up as she tried to catch her breath.
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