Every belief she ever had in the medical field was destroyed in that instant. The regrowth of skin and the almost immediate clot of the free-flowing blood has Miya questioning everything she ever knew. It was impossible. Well, it was supposed to be impossible. Yet, here she was watching it happen before her very eyes. The blood drains from her face, her already pale skin even more pale as she reaches out and clutches Arlo's wrist as she felt the world shift around her. She was going to faint. Releasing a breath, she hadn't realized she was holding, she squares her shoulders shoving that feeling of faintness away. She would not pass out here. She could handle this. Maybe it was a dream. Shaking her head subtly, she ignores Arlo for the moment as he explains that he didn't drug her.
Everything he said was entirely true, she did buy everything and she wasn't exhibiting any other symptoms of drug use. It was just an easy excuse; a way out for not believing. Sighing, she releases Arlo's cold hand as he pulls away from her, allowing him to rummage through the freezer. When he returns with a frozen bag and gently places it on her leg she flinches at the contact. Shifting her chocolate eyes up to him, she inspects him closely, her eyes narrowing as if she could analyze him with just those fierce eyes of hers. Finally, she gives her head another small shake and slaps Arlo's hand away gently with impatience, her medical mind kicking in. "No, no that's not right," she chides him, now noticing the mess she made across the kitchen floor and the bright red marks on her legs. Sighing heavily, she looks longingly at the stew on the ground realizing she would have to remake dinner or order takeout.
Neither sounded appealing.
Pushing herself to a standing position, she rests her hand on Arlo's shoulder to balance herself. Making sure her legs would hold her after their shocking... altercation, she turns and makes her way to the bathroom. Hoping Arlo would follow her, she moves into the small bathroom and perches herself on the side of the tub. Peeling her socks off, she tosses them on the floor before turning the tub water on to cold. Rolling up her sweats to just pass her knees, she slips her long, pale legs into the water. Flinching at the cold contact, she braves it as she rinses the stew from her legs and allowing the irritated skin to remain under the cool water for several long moments. Sitting in silence, she contemplates everything that had happened in the last few minutes.
Turning around to look at Arlo, she points to her bag down the hall, "Will you grab me my bag? There's a little white tube inside it, it's for burns," she mumbles as Miya returns her attention back to the water and turning it off abruptly. Waiting for Arlo to hand her, her bag. She digs through it quickly and retrieves the tube, smothering the ointment across her legs generously. Once she finishes, she casually places the tube on the ground and turns to face Arlo for the first time. Chocolate eyes narrowed in inspection, she sighs and raises both hands to her temples, rubbing at the side of her head.
"Say I believe you. Say you really are vampire. I can't deny what I just saw, but you are making me question everything I've ever believed in. If you... guys have been out here for all this time, why has no one... well, dissected you; try and see if they can incorporate healing into the medical field?" She asks slightly exasperated, as the questions begin to build in her mind.
Miyako Aiken