[ she's here, stitched up and sprawled... idk, wherever we ended up! somewhere soft, maybe, like her hotel room or something. she's antsy, her leg bouncing violently. she has to occasionally stop because it hurts like fuck, but.
she thuds her head back against the wall, and then, roughly: ]
w1, THURSDAY
she thuds her head back against the wall, and then, roughly: ]
... Sorry about your roommate.