Everything in Faris was yelling and stamping to go back home and lapse into a deep and all-consuming sleep. Yet despite these callings, she forced herself to the clinic, knowing full well that she had to get her injuries looked at. Specifically the bite from the ghoul on her upper side. It wasn’t bleeding much anymore but the sting was still there; the whole area ached.

It was still morning, and she had officially been awake for roughly twenty-four hours. Her muscles were cramping up and she realized that she needed food and water on top of that sleep.

When she walked in, there didn’t seem to be many people around. This was her first trip to the clinic. She looked around, unsure of where she was supposed to check in. Maybe if she wandered around…

She hadn’t been roaming the halls for too long when she decided to turn around. Promptly she noticed the slight trail of blood that was following her. Faris’s eyes widened and she brought a hand to where her supposedly closed wound was, it came away bloody. She looked back at the trails of blood she had left on the floors of the clinic and swore, hoping she wouldn’t get in trouble for the mess. A medic’d be nice right about now…