Relapse [WaylonxClaire]
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The blood, all Waylon could see and smell was blood. His world silent when he should at least be hearing the violent beats of his heart. After all, he could feel them in his chest. Beside him was what had probably been a man once, but now? Now he wasn't much, not that Waylon could tell in the state of panic he was currently ill. He struggled with his memories. The latest being one of him arguing with a man at a restaurant. What had the man said? What had it been about? Answers to those questions evaded him. Was it even the same man though? He didn't know. As he tried to stand, Waylon realized something was wrong with him. His torso and abdomen had been slashed and his left ankle failed him.
Waylon felt himself panic. This helplessness when injured, he wasn't used to it. Looking at the dead body, he dumped it on the current a few feet away and watched it disappear. He tried to hop, bring himself closer to an exit. Pulling out a phone, he look through his contacts... Seeing his own reflection sent a chill up his back. He was covered from head to toe in blood, but he wasnt sure it was his--especially the one around his mouth. Taking off his shirt, Waylon rubbed his face furiously.
His phone came to an end and he paused. It was probably a bad idea... Calling anyone was probably a terrible idea to begin with... But in his new body, Waylon was helpless and useless. He texted his location before calling. When the phone was answered, he sighed. "Please, I can pay. I need medical attention," he promised. "I sent you the address or where I am but... You gotta look for a manhole... I'm in the sewers..."