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> JonElias Week 2024 | Day Three | Prompt: Sick | Rating: M
> Tags/Warnings: Extremely Suggestive Blood-Drinking, Sexy Leitner
> [AO3]

> It’s dark and deathly quiet in the archives.

> Jon’s been on the floor for long enough that his monitor has cycled off and all the automatic lights in their ugly drop ceiling have gone out. It leaves his office lit only by the standing lamp in the corner, dim and listing to the side from some injury done in Gertrude’s time. Maybe before her, given the patina on the heavy brass.

> The linoleum is hard under his cheek, slightly uneven under the legs of his desk. He’s never noticed before. He’s also never noticed the slight scuffmarks his chair leaves in the old laminate; the sight swims before his eyes in wavering focus, blurring in time with his pulse.

> His body aches with trying to hold back shudders; he’s cold to burning with it, and so damn thirsty it feels like he’s turning into sand from the inside out. His mouth is dry and his jaw keeps twinging, off and on, something odd in the familiar shape of his teeth as he drags his tongue over and over and over them. He can’t quite identify what’s strange about the sensation, but something is and the mystery is one of the few things his mind can still focus on. The last major movement he’d been able to make was to bring his hand to his mouth to feel them. Gnawing on his fingers had almost seemed to help, until the pain had filtered through the haze.

> Jon’s been on the floor for long enough that he’s forgotten why, until something moves in the broader archives beyond his office and lights up the square of glass in his door. He sees the sudden brightness reflected on the glossy floor and thinks, Damn it, I told them to run.

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