deercountry | ( the dog days are over )

( even though stefan wants to tell her not to do this, not to risk herself, he wants that venom out even more. so, when he feels her start to tug at his skin, at his body, he closes his eyes and sighs, putting his hope into her and what she's doing.

but the pain doesn't abate, it doesn't stop. in fact, his body seems to shiver more, harder and he bites down on his lip to stop his teeth from c chattering. )

Katherine, stop stop. It's not working. I'm...I'm gonna pass out.

I can get it out, Stefan.

[ leaving it in him isn't an answer. she doesn't trust that the hospital has the antidote for a snake that has randomly appeared in the city. and if they do… katherine thinks that being a vileblood has to count for something. she's a survivor; she can't be a blood type that doesn't let her survive.

surviving also means with stefan.

she moves that hand near his back to slide along his wrist. feeling her fangs protrude, she decides that a more blunt tactic is best. ]

Hold my hand and let me help you. Please.

( he can feel sweat starting to break out against his forehead but he still feels cold. he shivers, reaching out to try and take her hand but he misses and then he misses again.

he grunts a bit, trying to sit up so he can stop messing this up but he finds his strength utterly sapped. he shudders, growling in frustration before he shakes his head. )

I don't think I can. Katherine, I can't — breathe.

( he was still breathing, it was just getting harder and harder to do. )

[ katherine ensures to remain calm. while she's still so new to the trench's blood systems, she knows that she has the capability of calming him. she knows it, despite not knowing it at all. ]

Sh. [ quietly, ] I've got you.

[ she focuses on his blood, wanting to stop it from pumping so hard, from igniting his adrenaline into wildfire. she grabs at his hand and squeezes his fingers, and she tries to calm him by controlling his blood to slowly move around his body and fill his heart. ]

What are you doing?

( he doesn't sound panicked or anything like that. he doesn't know what she's doing but he trusts her and he always will. he takes a few breaths and closes his eyes, not sure what he was doing but letting her do it.

he swallows, tasting copper and making a sound of pain. his back is on fire and he can feel his own bile in his throat. )

God, it's so...I don't know what's happening.

I'm trying to calm you down. Is it working?

[ she can hear the rush of his blood soften somewhat in its intensity. she knows that her willing his blood to calm is working. she ensures to keep control of it, wanting him to remain as calm as he can to stop pumping that venom through him. ]

I'm going to suck it out. Stay still.

[ katherine lowers her head to his arm where the skin looks mottled from venom. her fangs press against his skin, and while she would rather he invite her to bite him, she sinks her teeth in and sucks. ]

( when her fangs sink into his skin, he stiffens, nearly coming out of his skin because this shouldn't hurt that bad. he should be able to withstand a little pain but as soon as she bites him, he has to bite down on his own lip to stop himself from screaming.

he wants to warn her away from doing this because if the venom's doing this to him, he worries what it might do to her. he pants hard, eyes shut tight while he tries to stay still.

but he writhes a bit, unable to help himself, body shuddering with pain. )

[ withdrawing her bloodied mouth, katherine pants softly as she peers down at him. her brown eyes are complete darkness now. she peers down at him and hears the frantic beating of his heart, but she knows that her hold on him staying calm is still there. it's strange to be able to control something that she has only ever seen as food. ]

Are you feeling any better?

[ she can taste pinpricks of venom in his blood. katherine doesn't pay any mind to the fact that she finds it a little tasty. ]

( he doesn't answer at first, still shivering, still shuddering. he tries to see if there's any difference and while he does feel...something ease, there's still intense and horrible pain.

he shakes his head and when the pain returns again with almost great intensity, he stiffens up so hard, he thinks he pulls a few muscles. )

No. No. Something's really wrong, Katherine. I can't...my heart.

( it's pounding so fast that it's nearly coming out of his chest and he can't catch his breath. )

[ katherine swears in bulgarian.

licking her lips, the veins beneath her eyes calm down and her fangs disappear. she doesn't allow the worry to gnaw at her. she's in control. she needs to be. she's no use to him if she begins to panic. stefan's the one who needs to panic, even though she'd much prefer if he didn't.

pushing off the floor, she speeds into the kitchen and begins to rifle through things. ]

Where are your stupid keys!?

[ fifty thousand cars have fifty thousand keys. ]

( he doesn't answer because he can feel his throat starting to close up and he doesn't know what to do. this shouldn't be happening. even if he didn't have vampire healing abilities, her blood and her actions should have helped but nothing's working.

he can feel panic clawing at him now while he wheezes. he manages to get off the couch to try and help her but doesn't get far, vision swimming before he hits the ground and gasps hard against their carpet. )

[ with the keys to his porsche in her hand, she keeps them tucked between her fingers as she scurries over towards him on the floor. grunting as she picks him up.

carrying him again, aleksander remains quiet at the end of the couch. she doesn't even need to tell him to stay; he simply knows. katherine quickly walks to the door and peels it open, kicking it shut to dissuade the dog from following. she carries stefan to the driveway and to the red porsche, and deposits him into the passenger seat. ]

I'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to die on the way to the hospital.

I'm already dead.

( vampire and all. he thinks. maybe there's something strange going on here and that's why he can't seem to heal or get a breath or whatever's happening. he sucks in a breath when his lungs feel like they can get it and closes his eyes.

he wants to be able to walk but she's carrying him and she doesn't feel like she's going to be argued with. he just doesn't want to die either. )

Drive fast.

[ katherine does her best not to fumble with the keys in the ignition, but it's not her smoothest work. as the engine roars, she takes just a very brief moment to look over the steering wheel, rest her hands against it, and breathe. she's no use to him if she's not at her best.

although she's hardly settled, she pulls the car out of the driveway and fangs it down the street. ]

Good thing you have an obnoxious sports car.

[ she glances at him before she nudges his arm. ]

Keep making horrible jokes.

I don't know how many I've got left in me.

( that one had come out of some deep well of resiliency. his breathing is labored now and it sounds like he's really struggling to get deep breaths but his eyes are still open the barest amount. )

Where are you taking me?

( he should know this but he can't make his brain work that way just yet. he can't think. everything just feels hot and painful. )

The hospital.

[ if he hears derision in her voice, it's because it's there. she hates the hospital. after not needing it for over five hundred years, she's finding that she's becoming a featured poster on the wall.

granted, they've never been to the trench's hospital... perhaps it was a good thing she had scoped out the lay of the land and ensured that she knew where to get a backup of blood in case either of them needed it. ]

Hopefully, this one isn't staffed with weirdos.

( stefan can't even get up the energy to protest because...well, he knows there's something wrong. he leans forward, trying to get his back off the front of the seats because it still burns. his breath comes shallowly and he moans a bit. )

Everyone's a weirdo to you.

( even him. )

You're the biggest one.

[ it's like she doesn't miss a beat.

pulling the car to an abrupt stop, katherine leans forward and glares at the red traffic lights. her hands grip the steering wheel so tightly the leather almost crackles. ]

Who invented these stupid things!?

Surprised you're not running them.

( he curls forward, pain rocketing through him. he holds his sides even if it's back that's hurting because the pain burns. it burns and he can't stop it. he can feel tears pricking his eyes again and he shakes his head. )

Just run them, Katherine. You have to run them. I can't...I can't deal with this anymore.

( she needs to hurry. )

[ although she's certain that she can survive a car crash, she's beginning to doubt stefan can. she ignores him, finding he's not helping. him suddenly not being able to heal isn't helping. leave it to stefan to get bitten by a snake and then not be able to heal.

katherine waits for a car to travel through the lights before she does floor it. luckily for them both, another car isn't heading towards the intersection at that moment. ]

What were you doing near a snake?

[ she needs him to talk while she speeds. ]

I didn't go seeking it out, Katherine. It was just there while I was on the way back.

( he coughs a few times, pained and slow, before he sucks in a few sharp breaths. his lungs hurt, his body hurts, everything hurts. )

It was huge and it was just there and I couldn't move fast enough. Why couldn't I move fast enough all the sudden?

[ katherine turns into a street. the hospital looms up ahead. she prays that this one isn't as strange and off-putting as deerington's had been. there needs to be good staff on site. there needs to be someone who doesn't unsettle katherine by a mere quiet look.

she's hesitant to voice what she suspects. ]

Are you human again?

[ the lumanerium appears too elegant to be a hospital. ]

What? No, how could I — how would I be a human? Nothing's happened to me that would make me a human. I'm not a human!

( he might be a human. he sucks in a breath and holds it before he let's it go, panting a bit as he does. he should be able to hold his breath longer than that. )

How would I be a human? I didn't take the cure!

( not that other things haven't made him human in the last few years. )

In this place, you don't need the cure, Stef.

[ sometimes, it helps to point out what they're both thinking. she sighs quietly and stops the car abruptly in front of the hospital. turning the engine off, she's quick to get out of the driver's side and zoom over to the passenger's. opening the door, she's careful in sliding her arms beneath his thighs and back. ]

C'mon, big boy.

I don't want you to carry me.

( never mind that he can't walk. he can barely breathe. he knows he's wheezing and he knows his back and shoulder are probably mottled and eaten away but he doesn't want her to carry him into the hospital.

he doesn't want to look...weak. but he can't really make his legs move. he can't make them do a goddamn thing. )

Tell me when I can pass out. I want to pass out.

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