dear theodosia,

Austin made his way to the corner store down from his place in search of milk for a late night snack, oh the life of living alone. He thought about how he wished he were still with AJ and Lottie but since he had to work that night until 11, a shorter shift than he was used to, he didn’t want to bug them that late.

Walking into the store he grabbed his milk and a couple of other necessities before making his way to the front. He noticed a girl groan and nearly collapse in the medicine aisle. He made his way over, setting his stuff down before reaching a hand out to steady her.

“Whoa there, Sugar. Are ya okay?” the Southerner drawled.

Theodosia noticed the southern man and avoided his gaze rather shamefully. She coughs a little bit-- it’s kind of pathetic. She mentally scolds herself. She also groans a little on the inside-- Sugar? What is this, old western times? No. 

Sometimes it was hard for Pan to do groceries, not because she was lazy or anything like that, but because almost every product had some kind of thing added to it that was just horrible for your body. It took her at least five minutes with each product to read the back and then ponder if she could actually eat it. It really was hard sometimes to be a full on vegan.

Pan rounded a corner to go through the medicine aisle when she saw a girl sitting on the floor, and by the sounds of it, it didn’t sound good. So she let her cart behind to ran up to her, worry in her eyes and in her voice. “Are you alright! Do you need help.” Pan asked, lowering herself so she could rest her hand on the woman’s shoulder, “Do I need to call someone?”

Theodosia lulls her head up to look at her supposed savior, blinking slowly. Of course-- just her luck-- the person who’s come to her rescue is gorgeous. And Theodosia looks like she’s just crawled out of a cave! She could cry. 

“Hey!“ Ryan said, moving down the aisle, noticing the girl clearly in pain. He makes his way over, hesitant to touch her shoulder. “Are you okay? Do you want to lean against me until you’re feeling up to standing?“ Ryan glanced around, noticing none of the other customers seemed that bothered. Sometimes, people sucked. 

Theodosia groans again, looking up at who’s talking to her. “Urgh-- that would be great. I’m not... totally sure I can stand on my own,” she tells him, bashful and slightly upset at herself that she’s showing weakness to a stranger of all people. 

Eric was a terrible shopper. He’d always think of something he forgot to get at the store as soon as he got home, and ended up making several small trips throughout the week as a result. Today was one of those times.

He wandered down the medicine aisle, and tried to think if they had any pain medication or bandaids at home. They’d certainly need them one of these days, and it was best to be prepared. Suddenly, he heard someone groaning at the other end of the aisle. He turned his head to see a girl doubled over in pain, and immediately went to her side. Eric set his basket down next to her and said “Oh my god, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone?”

“Augh-- thanks, but I think I’m fine,” Theodosia replies, attempting to get up. She doesn’t do well. Her built up strength fails her, like in Dragonball Z when they go super saiyan but then they fuck up. 

“Ah-.. what’s wrong with you?” rubbing at his chin feeling uneasy at the situation, he wasn’t a bad person he just didn’t know what was happening or what to do. He didn’t really want to help and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, he was just generally lazy and hated people. Because his mentality worked based on the fact that if he did this, would she do it back? That’s all he cared about, who gave a fuck about good will?.

“I’m just--” she coughs for a second, “I have a real bad fever. But it’s fine, I’m fine, it’s fine,” she says, lifting herself off of the ground while grasping tightly onto one of the nearby shelves. She’s very blatantly shaking, but it’s not like she’s going to let anyone see that. 

“If you bring that wasp anywhere near me, I’ll fucking kill you. And also maybe die.” he muttered, sort of just laying on the ground. “I’m hanging.” he sighed, sounding defeated. Today, obstacles had won. He’d get ‘em next time. There goes his streak of not falling on his ass. He had been fully for years now, but it was still a bit difficult, seeing how he had spent the first sixteen years of his life being able to see, at least mostly. And even if he was really good at this whole being blind thing… He was still blind. Sometimes he fell down.

“A wasp?” He echoed, and wow, it looked like maybe the getting punched in the throat wasn’t bothering Bekket so much anymore, because in a manner of seconds, and, like, five feet away, trying to put as much distance between him and any potential wasps or bees or hornets at he possibly could until he tripped over a railing and fell on his ass on the grass.

 And just… stayed there. Yeah, okay. Sure. He was ready to die by wasp now, thanks, universe. This has been a good day and a good string of events.

Really and truly, all he had fucking wanted had been to get this mystery bug off of his arm. He hadn’t meant to startle anyone. 

 But nooo. You try to get someone to help you avoid a potential anaphylactic reaction in New York, and you get throat punched.

 Bekket gave a very loud, very indignant sound, which would most summarily be described as “GACK,” immediately falling to his hands and knees and beginning to choke and splutter and cough, clutching his throat and staring dazedly. What the fuck just happened!? It took him a couple of minutes to actually get back to reality, 

 “What– what the fuck?!” he bit out, his voice tight and his eyes hinged with some reflex tears. “You’re saying ow?! Why the fuck are you saying ow?! You punched me in the neck!”