Oblivion

(n) the sate of being unaware of what is happening around you

Tamsin's breath grew shorter than she thought to be humanly possible. That's right, human. You know that badass Valkyrie everybody knew and loved. Well that was last week. Sure that puts her at the top of the food chain in the mortal world, but still. That was her whole being, everything she ever knew about herself (if anything) was her fae. Now she was less than perfect but more than helpless. She was a soldier; built for war and service. Now what was she to do? Where was she to go? She'd been through the wringer; no one in her corner. That was except for herself of course. Her whole life she had depended on herself, took care of herself. Now...what?

She was running, that is until she couldn't anymore. Carrying her feet in a manner that is - that was somewhat slightly faster than a normal pace of the average human being.

These humans are seriously f**ked up

Walking at an entirely too slow of a walk to get anywhere anytime soon, Tamsin's inner core was burning, boiling, enraged with an overbearing amount of anger and rage and hurt and vexation and indignation and irritation and...loneliness. One foot in front of another, would you be surprised if you heard her telling herself to just keep swimming? Yeah, well where did that get Dory?

Screw me if I start trying to talk to whales

The herculean blonde's wife beater tank was drenched in her own blood, and with every intake of oxygen the smell of her own demise filled her nostrils.

She didn't know where she was going exactly, but she knew it was right. She felt in the most poetically disgusting way that where she was going, wherever that may be, it was right.

With every single step her feet took it was most definitely matter over mind. If it were mind over matter Tamsin would most likely be on the ground dead and bleeding out even after post mortem.

"Tamsin, what the hell?!"

That's...actually not a first.

Turning around slowly grunting in pain with every centimeter, the sight before her mixed with the immense amount of agony she was being forced to feel, the tall blonde fell to her knees.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Tamsin released a low groggy moan. Opening her eyelids slowly, the blonde quickly recognised her surroundings. A lightweight tightly sewn cotton blanket covered her to the shoulders, keeping her at room temperature. A central line hooked up expertly from her left arm's vein to an IV fluid bag. Attempting to move a little, panic filled her as she was unable to move her legs. Tamsin couldn't feel anything past her pelvic structure.

"Doc!" She yelped, sounding more desperate than she would like to admit.

With the faint thump of a book being dropped, the shorter blonde doctor came running down the stairs with great speed.

"Tamsin!"

As Lauren came into the taller blonde's vision, relief cleansed her completely, her eyes focusing on the other woman tentatively. She rushed to the former Valkyrie's bedside, checking her BP and HR making sure the woman beside her was alright.

Seeing as though everything was, Lauren's warm hazel eyes fell upon Tamsin's frightened emerald ones. The doctor pulled some rubbing alcohol from her First Aid kit under the small bed and peeled the bandage from Tamsin's forehead. She dampened a piece of cotton with the cleanser and began gently applying the substance to the taller blonde's laceration softly.

Tamsin opened her mouth as if to protest, but her words fell short when Lauren made eye contact with her, holding a quizzical gaze of her own. Deciding to surrender to the other blonde's tender touches, Tamsin closed her heavy eyelids painfully and rested back into her pillow.

Tamsin opened her eyes gradually, not wanting to awake from her medically induced slumber just yet.

Looking down at herself, the fae newly made human was now dressed in a pair of navy blue scrubs and her body was free of all the dried blood she came with. Her hair felt softer and smelled nicer. Her skin purer and brighter.

"You're awake, good," came a perky yet caring voice from the door to the bedroom.

In the doorframe stood a petite, blonde doctor, bearing similar navy blue scrubs and a shy smile.

"Paging Doctor Luis, I think I'm in need of more pain meds," Tamsin groaned and held her side as if to prove a point.

The smaller blonde walked slowly over to the other woman's side and knelt down.

"I think I have a better solution," she implied with a deeper tone than before, "Maybe one that doesn't involve addictive medication?"

Tamsin's eyes grew wider as her eyebrows began to become stitched together.

"And what might that be?" She questioned weakly.

Lauren raised herself and straddled Tamsin's waist, resting her elbows on the sides of the other blonde's head.

"Let me show you," she whispered in Tamsin's ear, causing the other woman to shiver from the heat of the doctor's breath.

"Doc?"

Lauren began laying wet kisses down Tamsin's neck, her left hand caressing the woman's flushed cheeks. Sucking gently, Lauren found the muscular woman's pulse point.

All arguments Tamsin once had dissipated with the moan that she unwillingly released.

"God, doc-ah!"

Jumping from her slumber with a great force, Tamsin awoke with beads of sweat falling from her forehead.