It still reeks of blood in here.
I thought we'd cleaned it all up-- it's lingering in the air; I feel like I'm going to choke. I tried opening the windows, tried scrubbing at the floor again but it only made things worse, cloying and heavy and metallic I can't tell if the floor's stained, or is it my imagination?
How did I ever stand this?
I have to get out of here.

|[ooc: he hates blood, and since he bled to death the other week... ^^;]|

It would really be best if that never happened again. Ever. At least he came back.

Dr. Sahl, Delirium-- I'm sorry I never answered, I was-- indisposed. Thank you, though...


Now... where the hell is my other shoe...?

|[ooc: i'm assuming he either died at home or passed out on the way to the hospital, whatevs. xD and has been a little shaken since then since um, he's really not fond of dying. ♥ BUT LITTLE BROTHER IS HOME :D]|

|[Accidental Voice Post, around Midnight]|
( |[ooc: ref pic, cut for the squeamish~]| )

[You hear, at first, only the soft, regular breath of someone deep asleep. Suddenly there is a wet cough, the sound of something spraying, and a ragged, involuntary gasp of breath as the sleeper wakes.]

De-- ckk-- [Whatever he's trying to say is unintelligible, buried in wet coughs and unnatural gasps. There is some commotion, something being knocked to the floor and breaking, as he gets out of bed and stumbles around the room in a panic.]


|[ooc: Before showing up in the city, his throat was cut and he bled to death~ So for the day he'll be gushing aaaallllll over the place. ^__^ ]|