Who: Adri and Kat What: random run-in Where: hallways When: Friday 2/9, during lunch Rating/Warnings: probably low-medium
Adri had a little appetite all week, in fact, she was just roaming the halls, hoping to stay undetected during the midday meal that day. She didn't really have anyone to talk about it with except for one person, and she was doing her best to hide from him. Anyone paying attention to her lately would notice that she wasn't always herself. Even more so since Monday night. It could have easily been shrugged off as the flu or her post-lunar cycle condition showing it's ugly face again. She was tired, pale, fidgety, and often nauseous. Almost like a drug addict in need of a fix. She could hide it for the most part, but seeing as how she believed that she was alone, she let it out a bit.
She was leaning against the wall, breathing through a bit of a spell. She was feverish and should probably be back in her room, in bed. However, she didn't want to raise suspicion by not being around. Tears ran down her cheeks as she fought through her impulses to try and find Pavel and get another quick fix. She refused to let herself, though. She refused to even acknowledge it. It wasn't about her, and she wanted to keep it that way. She had saved her friend's life and she would do it again when he needed it, but not before. That was just the way that it had to be.