Fearless Love
self-proclaimed anime dork
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- Derp-Ville
- Seen Mar 21, 2020
Rikki sighed when she heard Alex come back. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. She pulled her arm down just a little, sending a glare his way.
"His decision. Not mine to make." she said, looking over at Raike
She looked down for a minute, and cursed under her breath again. "Damn it." she muttered sitting up. The blood from her arm had caused a pretty big stain on her shirt. She looked at her arm, rubbing her hand against it. She had definitely boiled her blood fairly well.
Rikki suddenly felt something in her stomach, but ignored it for a minute. But as she kept looking at her arm, the feeling kept coming up.
"Could um. . one of you. . .um. . .oh, oh god." she scrambled to her feet, running to a nearby tree.
She coughed, trying to clear everything else out of her airway. She wiped her eyes with her good hand, then wiped her mouth. She plopped down, turning back around to face them, leaning against the tree. She held her right hand to her stomach and closed her eyes.
"I think. . I'm-" she put her hand over her mouth, and pushed back the feeling. "I think I need to. . um . . .I need some help, before my arm runs out of blood. And-" she had to put her hand over her mouth again. "Will one of you please just get me to a doctor?" she asked, having to turn back around, leaning over the tree again.
"His decision. Not mine to make." she said, looking over at Raike
She looked down for a minute, and cursed under her breath again. "Damn it." she muttered sitting up. The blood from her arm had caused a pretty big stain on her shirt. She looked at her arm, rubbing her hand against it. She had definitely boiled her blood fairly well.
Rikki suddenly felt something in her stomach, but ignored it for a minute. But as she kept looking at her arm, the feeling kept coming up.
"Could um. . one of you. . .um. . .oh, oh god." she scrambled to her feet, running to a nearby tree.
She coughed, trying to clear everything else out of her airway. She wiped her eyes with her good hand, then wiped her mouth. She plopped down, turning back around to face them, leaning against the tree. She held her right hand to her stomach and closed her eyes.
"I think. . I'm-" she put her hand over her mouth, and pushed back the feeling. "I think I need to. . um . . .I need some help, before my arm runs out of blood. And-" she had to put her hand over her mouth again. "Will one of you please just get me to a doctor?" she asked, having to turn back around, leaning over the tree again.