Susan Evensong Mon Jun 01, 2015 9:02 am
A fog of cigarette smoke slowly fills the bathroom before it gathers together and slowly takes a more solid appearance, finally, it solidifies into Susan Evensong.
It would appear she expended the energy to take gaseous form to avoid getting blood all over Azazel's freshly cleaned floor, if the steadily bleeding wound on her side is any indication. Despite her injury she has something of a smug air about her, and she smells heavily of smoke.
Glancing at the mirror, a stream of swear words suddenly escapes her.
"I was so angry I forgot to change out of this damned outfit! .... At least Val won't be able to make me wear this blouse again..."
With a grumble she pulls up the blood soaked shirt enough to reveal the injury before inexpertly beginning to wrap bandages around herself.
I hate first aid, and why the hell do I bleed so much?
Seemingly satisfied, despite doing a rather poor job, Susan finally gives up and goes to check on Val. She sighs with slight relief when she finds him sleeping peacefully.
He seems to be doing well... Without warning her legs suddenly buckle.
This may be the bloodloss talking, but I'm feeling a bit dizz-
Her thought is interrupted as she collapses to the floor, the impact causing her to let out a slightly pained groan.
A chair would be preferable. I will stand up and sit in that chair...
Putting her arms down she attempts to push herself into an upright position, only to feel the room pitch causing her face to come into rapid contact with the floor.
Or maybe I'll just stay here. Yeah, the floor is good. The floor is nice...