@eyepocolypse-inferno
”shit.”
Cillian swore he’d had enough gas when he started driving, still, he stood on the side of a road, hours from his home with his car completely dead. Honestly; he knew Jack shit about cars— and opening the front of it had his vision swimming. He knew he shouldn’t have been driving in his condition. He felt his hands wetten with sweat as he pictured blank faces.
He thought, maybe his luck wouldn’t be so bad and he could hunker down in his car and sleep the horrid day off. Of course, nothing good could ever happen to him, and he begun to feel rain drip down the sides of his face and against his neck.
Though he wasn’t dressed for heat, he also clearly wasn’t dressed for the cold. An old band shirt stained with bleach, a thin hoodie and jeans wouldn’t keep him warm, not in a dead car and this weather. He swallowed and rubbed his hands together.
He knew there was a building nearby. He’d decided, stupidly, that driving home on a sideroad would get him home faster— seeing as there was nothing nearby, though, the one building he had seen stuck out in his head. He remembered that it seemed.. sterile from the outside. Maybe a hospital? That could be a place to sleep, he hoped. He prayed.
The way to the hospital wasn’t long. he ran there, of course, and though he’d been an alright runner during freshman year of highschool he definitely wasn’t now. He was out of breath and bright pink by the time he was there, and if he wasn’t soaked to the bone by the rain he’d be soaking with sweat anyways. He shakily stepped towards the door, focused on the visible breath in front of him, and then stepped through it- thanking god when he saw that there was someone at the counter.
“Uh. Heey, hello? Do you work here? My car broke down.”
Luckily for him, a tall woman sat at the front desk, staring at the door with her hands neatly folded in her lap. She stood the instant he came in, already pulling a coat from a nearby coatrack.
"Oh, come in, come in! Poor thing, you must be freezing." She said, draping the coat over his shoulders. "What's your name, darling? You must have been driving all night, come, sit down."
She took his hand, pulling him along into a seat in the lobby. After she sat down beside him, she turned around to grab a box of tissues from a nearby end table. She pulled a few tissues from the box and gently dabbed them against his head, slowly cleaning him up.
