07-25-2019, 03:50 AM
I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE.
Well, sickness was no fun for anyone. Especially not for someone who hated the idea of someone knowing that she was anything other than healthy and fine, the horror. It was a crime, she'd rather sit on a cactus. Unfortunately, hiding the fact she was currently very sick didn't heal her, nor did it mean it just wasn't there. Arrow was in fact very sick and hadn't seen a medic since Delilah was officially announced dead. Not that she didn't like anyone trying to help or that she didn't trust them, Flower Girl just didn't give her a choice. Sniffed out her problems like a damn bloodhound, kept her all wrapped up in bandages when she got her ass fucking maimed. It was nice. But no, that was past. A long time ago, arguably. Ever since her personal nurse was lost to time, she'd gone right back to her nasty ability to avoid any and all medical check ups. How? Well, it was a simple, fool proof plan. She just hid inside her own place for however long it took to wait out the major symptoms, then play it cool. Say it was a stomach bug or hangover, nothing too big or whatever.
But lately she'd been hiding out a long longer than usual, she had gotten real sick this time. Could have been something small and just fucked her immune system into the dirt, that was a pretty likely guess. Couldn't keep a whole lot down, that was gonna kill her weight if it didn't go the fuck away. Her stomach hurt, her throat stung, she felt like death. But would Arrow get her ass up and see someone who could maybe treat her? Of course not! Nah, she pushed on with a steady diet of enough food to feed a kitten and some water, hoping it all passed and left her alone. She was coming up on longer than a week, two, maybe, and it was holding fast. Got worse, even. Well, she'd gotten a short break from it, probably shouldn't have volunteered to do any shit.
Arrow had gone to bed after the sparring, feeling sick again and thinking maybe she'd pushed herself again, and had fucking crashed the entire time up to now, where she was willing to step outside again for some fresh air. It felt way too hot inside, and she couldn't stay comfortable enough to lay around. Granted, she couldn't tell if it was the actual heat or her body raising the temperature to deal with the problem at hand, like some sort of raging infection or something. She didn't actually know how being sick worked.
A heavy wave of nausea struck her mid-thought, and she doubled over in an uncharacteristic display of pain, a series of weak coughs and dry heaving splitting the silence she had attempted to keep in order to not draw any attention to herself. That would have been bad enough, but she swore and spat at sounding so weak in the process. She ran her tongue over her teeth and cringed at the nasty taste left behind from what she assumed was the stomach bug. A gross and unladylike heathen at heart, Arrow spat out the acidic saliva and hissed, finding something else remained on her tongue, something new. Something...wrong. More unsettling than puking your guts up every other day. None of those times had ever left her with a metallic aftertaste. That was new.
Wiping the side of her jaw with a paw, green eyes narrowed at the unusually slick feeling, and she stared down at what she had wiped off, or in reality had smeared over her cheek. It was dark, almost black against her fur. She squinted, more dark dots catching her eye on the ground below. There was a small trail towards her, scattered specks gradually increasing in size the closer they got.
Now, there were few things Arrow know well. Things like making stupid decisions, alcohol, and blood.
This was fucking blood.
And no shortage of it, either. It was everywhere. She'd hacked up blood.
"H-Hey? I, uh....I need help..."
// tl;dr: arrow got sick a while ago and told no one and is now coughing up blood outside
Well, sickness was no fun for anyone. Especially not for someone who hated the idea of someone knowing that she was anything other than healthy and fine, the horror. It was a crime, she'd rather sit on a cactus. Unfortunately, hiding the fact she was currently very sick didn't heal her, nor did it mean it just wasn't there. Arrow was in fact very sick and hadn't seen a medic since Delilah was officially announced dead. Not that she didn't like anyone trying to help or that she didn't trust them, Flower Girl just didn't give her a choice. Sniffed out her problems like a damn bloodhound, kept her all wrapped up in bandages when she got her ass fucking maimed. It was nice. But no, that was past. A long time ago, arguably. Ever since her personal nurse was lost to time, she'd gone right back to her nasty ability to avoid any and all medical check ups. How? Well, it was a simple, fool proof plan. She just hid inside her own place for however long it took to wait out the major symptoms, then play it cool. Say it was a stomach bug or hangover, nothing too big or whatever.
But lately she'd been hiding out a long longer than usual, she had gotten real sick this time. Could have been something small and just fucked her immune system into the dirt, that was a pretty likely guess. Couldn't keep a whole lot down, that was gonna kill her weight if it didn't go the fuck away. Her stomach hurt, her throat stung, she felt like death. But would Arrow get her ass up and see someone who could maybe treat her? Of course not! Nah, she pushed on with a steady diet of enough food to feed a kitten and some water, hoping it all passed and left her alone. She was coming up on longer than a week, two, maybe, and it was holding fast. Got worse, even. Well, she'd gotten a short break from it, probably shouldn't have volunteered to do any shit.
Arrow had gone to bed after the sparring, feeling sick again and thinking maybe she'd pushed herself again, and had fucking crashed the entire time up to now, where she was willing to step outside again for some fresh air. It felt way too hot inside, and she couldn't stay comfortable enough to lay around. Granted, she couldn't tell if it was the actual heat or her body raising the temperature to deal with the problem at hand, like some sort of raging infection or something. She didn't actually know how being sick worked.
A heavy wave of nausea struck her mid-thought, and she doubled over in an uncharacteristic display of pain, a series of weak coughs and dry heaving splitting the silence she had attempted to keep in order to not draw any attention to herself. That would have been bad enough, but she swore and spat at sounding so weak in the process. She ran her tongue over her teeth and cringed at the nasty taste left behind from what she assumed was the stomach bug. A gross and unladylike heathen at heart, Arrow spat out the acidic saliva and hissed, finding something else remained on her tongue, something new. Something...wrong. More unsettling than puking your guts up every other day. None of those times had ever left her with a metallic aftertaste. That was new.
Wiping the side of her jaw with a paw, green eyes narrowed at the unusually slick feeling, and she stared down at what she had wiped off, or in reality had smeared over her cheek. It was dark, almost black against her fur. She squinted, more dark dots catching her eye on the ground below. There was a small trail towards her, scattered specks gradually increasing in size the closer they got.
Now, there were few things Arrow know well. Things like making stupid decisions, alcohol, and blood.
This was fucking blood.
And no shortage of it, either. It was everywhere. She'd hacked up blood.
"H-Hey? I, uh....I need help..."
// tl;dr: arrow got sick a while ago and told no one and is now coughing up blood outside