Had she heard the word hospital in the other room? Probably, but there was no telling. From where she sat on the couch, she fancied she could hear the insects in her apartment; the sad part was, that wasn't the crazy talking. There were actually that many of the little winged devils swarming through her sad little apartment. Could they come through the vents? Everyone in the building would be totally fucked if that was the case. Deep breaths. One at a time. She was safe now ... with these total strangers. Yipe. One blue eye narrowed in on the good samaritan from the hallway as he re-appeared from wherever he'd gone. She had the same apartment set-up, so her money was on the kitchen. And what was that in his hand? Aaah. Cool compress. He was a smart one. "We should tell somebody." Landlord seemed to have fled her vocabulary at present, but maybe he'd get the point.
Her name? "Evan ... Greer, one-oh-six." This said through winces as the beautiful blonde was helping dress her one arm at a time, bringing to her attention for the first time that she had been pretty much half-naked for this entire introduction. A small detail considering the damage done to her body. "... thanks." Okay, she was more calm now. Mild shock from venom was normal with this many stings; she'd be thanking her immune system for automatically shutting down her crazy later. But wait -- there was that thread of panic again. They were going somewhere? Hospital. "No, no ... no, I can't go." No insurance. No money. They'd call her dad, and what would he say? "No hospital." They could just ... leave her in a bathtub, couldn't they? She'd get better eventually. That's how they handled this kind of stuff in Kansas. Rub some dirt in it.