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He was shaking– nay, he was quaking in fear.
That night, he had taken a dip in the lake because of the high temperatures and then decided to enjoy the night sky above the Jiang-owned cultivation education centre on the branch of an old tree. One of the inhabitants of said tree was very much not happy with this, it seemed, as the tiny bat sank its fangs into his lower back. He, as a Vampire, according to legend, should be able to become a bat himself, however, that was a myth - stemming from one single Vampire having cultivated an animal form through determination alone.
The bite of a bat in itself did not hurt, however, he knew he had to tell his primary care physician about this, who just so happened to be his best girl-friend Wen Qing.
I mean, she IS my friend but PLEASE NO NEEDLES!, he thought, as he dragged his feet over the paved floor while going to his bag where he had left his sword.
The flight was quick, the bite was nearly healed, yet he still entered the Wen-siblings apartment with a hanging head. He knew what was coming, and he hated it with a passion. Wen Qing had the bedside manner of a stomping hippopotamus with a toothache, but she also showed him no compassion when he was getting his checkups or - Crimson Rain forbid - didn’t drink enough blood.
Heh. Crimson Rain, Blood, good joke. I need to remember that.
Of course, he had dressed before he had left the cultivation education center, but his sweater was irritating the bite to the point where he wished he flew half-naked. It was indeed healing, but it was itchy.
Before he could retreat and just hope a golden core was enough of an insurance to not get rabies, but then he remembered what Wen Qing would do to him if he was wrong about his health again.
Yeah no.
Wen Qing poked her head out of the kitchenette, seemingly done wiping down the inside of the lower counters.
“The fuck you doing here at this time of day?”, she asked, eyebags of death underneath her eyes.
Oh shit, she did a double-twelve.
He cleared his throat. “Heyyyyy Qing-jie, you know I love you very much- no not that way, that went wrong once and I would prefer not to repeat that, we just don’t work that way- Uhm, do you still have the vaccinations I should get in case of an animal bite?”
She rolled her eyes, too tired to shoot back.
“What poor critter did you piss off this time, asshole?”
He awkwardly chuckled. “I got bitten by a bat.”
“You what.”
“Bat. Bite. Bat bit a bloodsucker. You can laugh later.”, he pouted, letting himself fall onto the couch. “Maybe it’s not that bad. I mean, I’m up to date on my shots normally, I was just not prepared for that.”
She was indeed ignoring most of what he was saying the second he mentioned a bat. Not wanting to risk watching another person die of rabies, one time was traumatic enough to her. She whistled on her fingers, Wen Ning appearing with a blanket in his hand.
“A-Ning. Hold him down.”, she ordered, grabbing her supplies from the closet in the hall. She heard Wei Wuxian kaw like a peafowl that was wronged, scrambling and the coffee table falling over.
Wei Wuxian was dodging his friend, jumping over the couch, sliding through Wen Nings legs, rolling to the side and considering doing a flip through the open window. However, before he could finally flee, the blanket covered him and a belt tied him tight. Flopping like a stranded fish, the Half-Vampire tried to fight off the blanket.
The doctor, having seen Wei Wuxian scratch the site of the bite knew exactly which part had to stay free and thankfully it was below the belt tied around the blanket.
“Flip it up and free his back, just a bit above the ass. Hold him down while you’re at it.”, she ordered again, pulling the vaccine into the syringe and changing the filling needle for the injection needle.
“No, Qing-jie, please be kind to me! It’s just a little chomp, it’ll be fine tomorrow!”, he was pleading, his puppy eyes remaining hidden by his soft 95% polyester prison. He flopped again, fishily. “C’mon, it’s not gonna be bad!”
She huffed, disinfecting the to-be injection site and plunging the needle into the muscle and lowering the plunger.
It was late, and the neighbours had called the police because of Wei Wuxians increasingly loud dramatics. The police officers themselves were also not ready for the lesson in ‘yes, cultivators can contract rabies, and they die slower, and it's more painful, and rabies sucks, and she was doing her friend-ex-boyfirend-honourable-didi a kindness in poking him with a needle. They nodded at the Jiang-head-disciple, who was now sucking on a lollypop with a pout for the ages, who nodded back. The Half-Vampire whined:
“Why does it always hurt so much when she handles the needles?!”
The officers were about to ask question Wen Qing, only for her to respond, deadpan: “Intermuscular vaccinations hurt like fuck, swallow your pride and be a big boy.”
Wei Wuxian whined again.
The Police left.
Wen Ning pat his friend on the back.
Wen Qing fell into bed and ignored the world.