The piercing of the fangs in her soft flesh hardly hurt but it was more startling than anything as Miya brings her hands up to swat at the vampire's face, demanding he let her go. And yet, it seems to entice the monster more as he grips her tighter, the breath being squeezed from her lungs. Eyes widening, panic begins to set in as she feels the loss of blood continuing to be sucked out of her. Reaching up weakly, she grasps the solid cold arm braced around her chest as she tries to pull his arm away from her, but it hardly helped. As her fingers grip that cold arm, her eyes widen as she stares at the man who is bent over, the stranger seeming... hurt. Though, she hardly has time to worry about him as she feels her legs buckle from the lack of blood in her body, her head leaning back onto the vampire's shoulder. She's half aloft by the monster's grip, her legs hardly supporting her anymore as her eyes slowly begin to flutter close.

It was then that there is such a jarring force that has her whole body shaking, the vampire suddenly releasing her as she slumps to the ground. She barely catches herself before falling face first into the cement, however, she does lower herself to the ground, resting her cheek on the still warm concrete. She was so cold. Her practical side knew she wasn't going to die, that doctor's brain diagnosing herself with perhaps, a mild concussion and loss of blood, but nothing that couldn't be fixed in a day or two. Her arms were significantly bruised but nothing was broken, even knowing she had a concussion, it was a struggle to not close her eyes and go to sleep on the earth, but she manages to open those chocolate eyes, her sight rather disoriented for the moment as she searches for her attacker and the stranger who came to save her. She barely catches the tail end of the confrontation as the large man takes the vampire's head between his massive hands and snaps its neck.

Perhaps if she weren't so numb, the sight would have frightened her, her mind feeling her to run away from this new threat and yet, she couldn't bring herself to do anything except stare up at him. Surely he wouldn't kill her after he just killed her attacker? If he wanted her dead he could have left her to the vampire. Those thoughts hardly last long in her mind as exhaustion chases it away, the man moving towards her, kneeling next to her as he inquires if she is okay. She lays there for a moment, attempting to gather her words as she notes that the man seems to be... struggling. Perhaps he got hurt in the altercation? Before she can answer, the man is reaching down and helping her up, her body struggling to hold her weight as she grasps his arm. At any other moment, she might be flushed with embarrassment by how very close he was, but she was too tired to care. Relying on him, she manages to tuck her feet beneath her, her knees threatening to buckle but she latches onto his arm. The movement makes her positively dizzy, Miya having to close her eyes and rest her head on his arm for a moment.

"I've lost a lot of blood and I probably have a concussion but nothing I won't recover from in a few days," she states, her voice taking on that more confident and professional tone she saves for patients. As she opens her eyes, she tilts her head back to look at the man, the stranger seeming to be shaking, his breath ragged, "I... you're shaking, are you okay?" She asks, her brows furrowing in concern, her injuries forgotten for the moment. Reaching up, her dainty fingers trace his cheek, turning his head gently to face her, "Did that... thing hurt you?" She asks, her voice quivering so very slightly, though she pushes that fear away. She was injured yes, but she could still help him. "I'm a doctor, I can help," she states, taking her hand away only to realize she had just smeared blood across his cheek. Wincing at the sight of it, "Ah, sorry, I got blood on your face," she mutters, the panic and fear stowed away for the time being as she faces the present.

It's his next set of words that has Miya frowning up at him before anger suddenly takes ahold of her, "Yes, I think you should have. We wouldn't be in this mess if you had just loaned me your phone," she snaps at him. Okay, so maybe her emotions were still too frayed to decide if she were angry or scared or both.

Miyako Aiken