"Right. Uh… I think I took a wrong turn there." Juliet mumbled, looking around herself as she tried to figure out where she was and how the hell she had ended up there.
"Excuse me?" She yelled, spotting a stranger who looked like they could help. "Could you please tell me where exactly I am?”
"I’ve been stabbed.." he wheezed. "I don’t believe that I’ll make it much longer…" He winced at the pain in his side.
"We need help." She muttered under her breath. "I’ll get help but you need to stay conscious. Do you hear me? Uh… Tell me how it happened. Yeah, that’ll do."
"Of course they are. I just stopped taking on companions."
"Do you prefer being alone?"
"So… It ends like this.." the whisper is harsh. Legolas holds onto his side, blood covering his hand.
Juliet’s gaze found the man (though little did she know this stranger was anything but a man). Without giving it so much as a second thought she rushed to his side. “No.” She exclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Keep talking. Alright. Stay with me. Come on.”
[ She’s going to think he’s crazy. He ran his fingers through his hair, gaze fixated by a shadow by the door. ]
“There’s somebody by the door.”
[ He whispered. ]
[ The brunette darted a quick glance at the door before turning her attention back to the troubled stranger. ]
”Take a deep long breathe. There’s no one by the door. We’re safe. You’re safe. I promise.”
"I’m not afraid of you hurting me,"
"But this area is under government lock down and you are not allowed to be here."
"I know. I know, alright? I just… needed to check - see something. That’s all, I swear."
”Do you happen to know any coffee shops around here, stranger?”
"I am. I have been for a very long time."
"But… What about all those stories about you and your companions? Were they not true?"
Bryan Cranston’s favourite erotic fan letter [x]
"A biologist! I love a biologist. What do you make of it, then, a binary vascular system?"
"Binary vascular system." Juliet echoed, muttering under her breath. "So how does it work? Does it mean you have two seperate bloodstreams with two different pulmonary arteries and aortas?"
"You need to leave."
"I mean you no harm."
[ ✹ ] — “You alright there, mate?”
"Y-Yeah. Yes. I just tripped. Clumsy me."
[ There’s a long pause. ]
[ She takes a step closer, her eyes fixed on the boy. ]