Nnhn... [Grasping at the sheets she slowly pulls herself up on the bed, legs limp (as she still believes she can't use them). AT SOME POINT she's on the bed again. On the bedside is a cup of water and she figures this will do.
So she pours the water out on the floor and with GREAT AND ALMIGHTY STRENGTH flings the cup at the door. The plastic knocks against it and then clatters to the floor.
Vriska looks down at the floor, suddenly realizing JUST HOW FUCKING THIRSTY SHE IS and makes a sad face.]