[ She’s worried.
She doesn’t know what to do or how to react. She’s never seen him like this nor has she ever expected to because why on Earth would he look to her for help? He looks different, he smells different, and he even acts different which makes her curious because what could possibly cause him to go through such rapid changes on such short notice? She’d only seen him a few days ago.. three or four at the maximum.
MJ raises an eyebrow as she hears him mumbling to himself, and shakes her head slightly before closing the door carefully behind him as to not make any sudden loud noises. She runs her fingers through her hair as she turns back to him and watches as he unbuttons his shirt. ]
“Uh,”
[ She scratches the back of her neck and lets her confusion show on her face. ]
“..Holden, are you okay? You’re kind of––well, you’re kind of worrying me.”
[ Good God, would she just stop talking? It’s driving him insane. All the sounds, the buzzing, the air vents, her chirpy little voice – he’s about to lose it, if he hasn’t already.
He’s still mumbling to himself. ]
“ … I know what I need. But I’ll have to go to Cedric. I can’t go to Cedric, he’ll make me –– I know. I’ll just … ugh, shit.”
[ He ambles over to the couch, throwing himself onto it. His head finds solitude on the armrest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he attempts to get his thoughts together. It seems impossible. It is impossible, reasonably speaking. So much of him wants to give up. Drink human blood and get this whole day over with.
But then he’ll have a whole eternity to deal with. And he’s not sure he can handle that. ]
“ –– M?”
“I’m going to die in approximately nineteen hours. Maybe eighteen and a half, if I’m lucky.”
