33rd of Spring, 511 AV Groggy. Groggy and cranky. Vala was groggy and cranky when she woke up. She was so hungry. Impossibly hungry. Vala roared in frustration and in an instant, began to thrash about, immediately stopping when she turned her ankle just a little too much - she yelped, like a pathetic animal, and began to sob. Vala wanted, needed, to be held, but feared it all the same. “Priskil!” Vala moaned. Her ankle was inflamed, swollen, and felt a lot worse than it did yesterday. The tearing girl was unfortunately to self absorbed in her wallowing to be thankful Ronin had iced her ankle yesterday, probably saving her from double the pain. Still under the covers, Vala reached down to touch her ankle. Her fingers brushed against her scarf, what she had used the day before as a makeshift wrap, was stiff and crusted with dirt. Normally Vala would have pulled back in disgust, but her entire body was grimy from the day before and it frankly didn't matter anymore. She was actually so dirty that the salty tears that ran down her face cleaned her cheeks in running streaks. After many, countless chimes of her pathetic crying, Vala decided to actually do something while she was waiting. Scooting back in her bed, keeping the blanket on, Vala opened her chest of stuff and rumaged around, trying to find her pack of bandages. There was a disheartening amount left - barely any. Her store had been wiped out from her Fois incident during the winter. She sobbed even harder, throwing another mini tantrum as she realized there wasn't going to be enough. She closed her chest and scooted back down to lie prostrate and cry. Ronin had promised to come to her this morning - he promised. She would probably need his help getting to the kitchens or baths... what would happen if he didn’t. Well she would probably have to crawl. No one else knew she was injured. What if he didn’t come and she got stuck in the room? Vala sobbed a little more. The door wasn’t even locked... |