misery loves company Who: Yelena and Saoirse When: Afternoon Where: House of Azrael group house, kitchen
Saoirse. Was. Miserable.
Her wounds still weren't fully closed - really, only fifty percent of the way. She'd bandaged them up, but she was still leaking blood, and the bandages constantly needed changing. To make up for the constant blood loss, she was feeding a lot more - and going through at least ten times the amount of blood she would have normally. On top of everything else, she looked like hell. The iron in her system was causing all sorts of side effects, and one of them was quite clearly visible. The veins close to her heart had turned black and grey; in some cases they were bold and ugly, standing out against her skin, even all the way up her neck and down her arms. She hid the worst of it with a baggy sweatshirt, but today, Saoirse genuinely looked dead.
Working was out of the question, and she had skipped her classes for the day. She did her best to distract herself from the pain, but all she wanted to do was the one thing she was incapable of - sleep. With a groan, she realized that she had no more blood in her room (the attic), and Navi - who had so helpfully been waiting on her all day - would have already left for work. Saoirse was on her own. She managed to drag herself to her feet and down the stairs, into the kitchen and then the fridge. She emptied three blood bags into a giant mug, popped it in the microwave, then sipped on a cold bag while she waited. This. Sucked.