She should have expected this question, having shown up at the counselor’s office looking like a wet dog, ice-cold water dripping off her body in slow and steady droplets, which was a first for the hydrokinetic. Normally, she would have either blocked said water from even getting near her enough to drench her thoroughly, or would have brushed it off with a wave of her hand. But as of right now, she was too tired and far too injured to be standing, let alone use her powers for her benefit.
"Catch me," is all she’s able to mumble before her vision darkens and she goes crashing towards the ground.
the end of the day in his office meant a bit more than packing up and going home to rest his weary head. joonmyun is an overachiever, he’s always been that way — from arriving to classes with bleeding battle wounds to staying up nights to study courses he never stepped foot on a university for. being the therapist is no different; joonmyun keeps the light on well after office hours just in case is what he tells a secretary as she walks past and peeks her head in with a raised brow to tell him goodbye. he smiles and tells her to get home safe, and she shrugs her shoulders with a final wave of her hand.
this is the point that he pores over textbooks and files, where he studies mutations that aren’t his so that he can understand a student better — hopefully be able to help them a little better, too.
but joonmyun is interrupted; it’s a knock on the door — even though his office is closed and even though he leaves the lights on, he rarely ( if ever ) gets visitors this late. but as he puts on his smile, as he opens the door his face falls at the water that drips onto the floor and the way wendy stands there shivering. he almost wonders what in the world she’s done to get herself into this mess, in the middle of winter — barely catches sight of an injury that’s bleeding and the way she sways on her feet before she falls with little warning.
it’s easy to catch her; he feels the freezing water soak into his sweater and his arms lift her into a hold — place her on the couch and wrap her tight in a blanket he has lying around, his jacket that he won’t be able to use later; anything to keep her warm. she shivers even in her passed out state, and he has to remember to breathe. ” what have you gotten yourself into this time, son seungwan?” he mutters as he sits beside the couch to watch her — wonders if he should check for injuries now because god forbid they get worse later as she warms.
he waits, he whispers. ” wake up, now.” it’s only then that his fingers tangle in her wet and cold hair.
