Miya's chocolate gaze is wide as she watches the man drag the body into the bushes, her body surprisingly calm despite her terrorizing encounter. Though, she was certain she must be in shock between the blood loss and the panic. Looking away from the dead body, (would it be considered dead if it was already dead?) the random train of thought dances through her mind but she doesn't focus on it for long, simply because she can't. The petite woman isn't entirely aware of the danger she's in now, how the man fights his animal from raging forth to harm her, though she's certain there's something wrong, merely assuming he had been hurt in his rescue of her. Reaching out to him, she helps herself to her feet by using his strong arm, feeling that same arm slip around her as she sways dangerously, black dots spotting her vision as she struggles to stay conscious. If you could sum up Miya in one word it would be stubborn, that woman simply shoving away that unconsciousness with a firm "this is Sparta" kick.

Her slender fingers wrap around the man, the other reaching up to touch his face as her gaze inspects his clenched jaw. He looked like he was... in pain. Although, the man was covered in blood she couldn't quite make out any wounds, it was far too hard to tell in this darkness. Still, she doesn't move her fingers as they put gentle pressure on his face to turn his head to look at her, concern etching into her features. His response isn't quite what she had anticipated, her fingers finally dropping to grasp at his arm to keep her upright. Frowning up at him, "I'm not going to die, I'm far from death," she mutters grumpily at him, her face taking on an almost pouting look, that might be considered cute despite their current circumstances. His growling tenors hardly affect her, the woman having managed to force herself into that doctor's nature and shoving away all that had happened to her in the past several moments. She would deal with the consequences later but for now, she would manage.

"I don't think you're fine," she states, the woman rather insistent when she wants to be, her fingers itching to touch his face again. Instead, she drops her gaze to inspect the rest of him, well as much of him as she can. She doesn't make much progress, Miya too close to properly look. Though, she's suddenly aware of how large he is, the Asian woman dwarfed by his frame. She could easily rest her head on his chest, tucking herself neatly beneath his chin. Pushing the thought away, she isn't quick enough to prevent the blush that engulfs her, though, it hardly lasts long as he insists on taking her to the hospital. Setting her jaw in that stubborn way of hers and squaring her shoulders as much as she can in his arms, she tilts her head back to look at him, "I am not going to a hospital," she says defiantly, the woman deciding that she would crawl home if she had to. The thought of being seen by another doctor was... embarrassing. Miya could handle anyone and everyone else's blood except her own, her own blood causing her to become nauseas, she had even passed out a time or two simply by seeing her own blood. God forbid any of her coworkers see that, she was certain they would deem her unworthy as a doctor.

Planting her feet, she knows it wouldn't do much good, the man most likely able to pick her up and drag her to a hospital. Their soon to be argument is put on hold as she snaps at him, the guilt flashing through his eyes as Miya finally softens, not wanting to make him feel bad. It probably would've happened to her either way, whether it was tonight or in a week. Sighing, "Sorry, it's not tour fault," she mutters, the man responding with a rather confusing statement. Frowning at him, she doesn't get a chance to respond before he insists on taking her somewhere to get checked at. Gathering that anger, she's about to snap at him again before he whips out a phone and is dialing someone. Glowering up at him, she unintentionally squeezes his arm, not particularly hard, but her fingers dig into his jacket. When he finishes, he looks down at her, a frown creasing her brows as she glares up at him rather grumpily. "I said no, I don't want or need to go to a hospital. I can treat myself just fine," she states, noting that the blood flow had already stopped at the back of her head.

"Look, I'm not even bleeding anymore," she shifts lightly, gesturing to the back of her head. Unfortunately, she can't keep that wince at bay at the awkward movement. "I'm just a little sore, that's all," she insists as her chocolate gaze meets his once more. God, he was pushy. She didn't even know his name and he was insisting he knew more about her well being than he did... well, maybe he did, she probably should go to the hospital but she was far too adamant. "Just... take me home."

Miyako Aiken