Warning: This story contains scenes featuring physical injuries and blood. Readers will encounter descriptions of a head wound, persistent bleeding, and characters with blood on their hands. It also depicts physical symptoms of trauma, including dizziness, fainting, and memory loss. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to themes of medical distress or injury. This material exceeds the standard restrictions for younger users; an age limit of 9 is advised. - If this isn't enough please let me know before you report. I'll be happy to take this down. Miro: The driver stepped out to help me, but Kate waved him off. “I’ve got him.” Which was typical considering I could (kind off) stand and she about my size. The taxi drove away, tires shrilling against wet pavement. Then silence. Kate dug through her pockets for keys. “You live here?” I asked. “Unfortunately.” The gate buzzed open. I walked straight to the bathroom. The bathroom was bigger than some apartments. I stared at my reflection as she flicked the light on. Then immediately wished I hadn’t. A Thick streak of blood curled down my cheek, originating from a jagged cut hidden somewhere in my matted hair. The wound burned with a sharp pulse that made my vision swim. My dark hair plastered to my forehead from rainwater. And my eyes— I paused. Strange. I moved closer to the mirror. Something about my eyes felt... Wrong? Not physically wrong. Just unfamiliar. Like I was looking at someone else. “You planning on passing out in there too?” Kate called from outside. I looked away from the mirror instantly. “Coming.” I cleaned the blood off as best I could while Kate returned with what looked like an entire pharmacy. Bandages. Antiseptic. Painkillers. “You rob a hospital?” I asked. “My family is rich and paranoid.” “That explains the murder-house vibe.” “It’s not a murder house.” “It absolutely is.” She sat me down on the closed toilet lid. “This might sting.” Before I could ask what she meant— She poured some weird liquid on my forehead. I cringed, “What is that?” “Nothing much.” “You poured acid on me!” “It’s antiseptic!” “I’m dying!” “You are literally not.” I glared at her while she tried very hard not to laugh. “You’re enjoying this.” “A little.” “That’s evil.” “Probably.” The smile never left her face.
Hope you enjoyed! I'm going to continue this btw. >:3 ... idk
