02-04-2021, 11:52 PM
"but you promised me this is love" ✭ ── After all the inquiry about if anything at all would help, Arrow actually began to think about it. She wasn't actually sure, she'd never looked into it. She never had a reason to, after all, she was a ghost. Ghosts didn't make good patients for medical practices. The whole being able to pass through them thing made treating any of the strange and potentially otherworldly conditions rather difficult.
Her face contorted into a grimace of disgust and pain, leaning over and sputtering up a decent amount of blood in between her paws, doing her best not to let it get anywhere close to anyone nearby. She wheezed pitifully, shaking her head, hung low. It took her a minute, shoulders shaking, to regain the very thin sense of stability she was stubbornly hanging on to. Blood and bile be damned, it would take more than that before she gave in to the urge to lay down like roadkill. She yanked her head up suddenly, with a sharp exhale. "I'm a big girl, I can deal. Y'know, this is some bullshit. Survived gators, survived the Pitt, but I gotta get sniped by some fuckin' terminal illness, huh? That's what I gotta deal with for eternity?" As if to prove her point, Arrow violently heaved another wave of scarlet, splattering over a small patch of ground. Ew.
She shivered as if she was freezing to death, bloodstained teeth poking through a nervous smile. "I mean...sorry, class. Did not want to share. I wish y'all could help, I could use some of those dope ass medic skills, Moth, I really could." She didn't reveal her inner thoughts, but somewhere in her psyche was the cynical and frankly brutal inner voice that chanted that nothing could have saved her the first time, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She hoped no one noticed the briefness of the reaction. "I'm good, Elsie, although...I could probably use some company tonight, at home, when I'm not...doin' all this. Death memories aren't all that great for mental states." She tapped her head gently, right on the noggin. She couldn't do much, but she'd rather not be alone.
Aurum's voice made her large ears perk up, mostly at the mention of alcohol. "I wish. Do you know how much I want a fuckin' drink?" Her smile increased a little bit, looking more like an expression she would carry rather than the one of an agonized sickly animal. "I feel worse. I'd like to speak to whoever is responsible for shaking souls awake, ask them why the fuck. If you figure any sort of ritual to bippity boppity me to the man upstairs so I can get a pair of wings and stop hacking up my insides, you run on in and tell me, boss." The tone was light, and the snarky snicker that followed indicated she was joking, as per usual. Although, somewhere in her green eyes was a unique spark of desperation.
Her face contorted into a grimace of disgust and pain, leaning over and sputtering up a decent amount of blood in between her paws, doing her best not to let it get anywhere close to anyone nearby. She wheezed pitifully, shaking her head, hung low. It took her a minute, shoulders shaking, to regain the very thin sense of stability she was stubbornly hanging on to. Blood and bile be damned, it would take more than that before she gave in to the urge to lay down like roadkill. She yanked her head up suddenly, with a sharp exhale. "I'm a big girl, I can deal. Y'know, this is some bullshit. Survived gators, survived the Pitt, but I gotta get sniped by some fuckin' terminal illness, huh? That's what I gotta deal with for eternity?" As if to prove her point, Arrow violently heaved another wave of scarlet, splattering over a small patch of ground. Ew.
She shivered as if she was freezing to death, bloodstained teeth poking through a nervous smile. "I mean...sorry, class. Did not want to share. I wish y'all could help, I could use some of those dope ass medic skills, Moth, I really could." She didn't reveal her inner thoughts, but somewhere in her psyche was the cynical and frankly brutal inner voice that chanted that nothing could have saved her the first time, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She hoped no one noticed the briefness of the reaction. "I'm good, Elsie, although...I could probably use some company tonight, at home, when I'm not...doin' all this. Death memories aren't all that great for mental states." She tapped her head gently, right on the noggin. She couldn't do much, but she'd rather not be alone.
Aurum's voice made her large ears perk up, mostly at the mention of alcohol. "I wish. Do you know how much I want a fuckin' drink?" Her smile increased a little bit, looking more like an expression she would carry rather than the one of an agonized sickly animal. "I feel worse. I'd like to speak to whoever is responsible for shaking souls awake, ask them why the fuck. If you figure any sort of ritual to bippity boppity me to the man upstairs so I can get a pair of wings and stop hacking up my insides, you run on in and tell me, boss." The tone was light, and the snarky snicker that followed indicated she was joking, as per usual. Although, somewhere in her green eyes was a unique spark of desperation.