[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Izkrip_zpsxvpt2vsz.jpg?t=1445077115[/img] Izkripp[/h1]
[h2]Vida Curacio[/h2]
Vida was extremely uncomfortable with the doctor. She could tell that he was angry, but she could not tell who he was angry with. With no one specified she just assumed that he was angry with her. She avoided looking at him a little too obviously as she kept her head turned away from him as he dressed her wounds. She did not even notice him take a piece of her skin; even if she had the day had been too long for her to care anymore.

When he spoke she jumped a little. She knew that he would say something eventually, but she was not excepting it to be so… distant? She turned over if that was the right word that she should be using. Without protest she did what was told of her, but not before picking up her jacket. As she lay down she pulled the jacket over her head so that her face was covered. Honestly she was still in a lot of pain from her wounds, but she had never been one to voice out her discomfort to others.

[i][color=LawnGreen]Why are you crying again?[/color][/i]

She was not crying.

[i][color=LawnGreen]You know what will happen if they catch you crying.[/color][/i]

The familiar voice that played in her mind was one that she had not heard in a few years now. She was not crying, but she did feel like she could start at any moment. Laying there under her jacket she felt her eyes getting heavy. She was tired again and she was hungry. Since she was told to stay where she was there was no way that she could go get food and even if she could go she did not remember where the food was. Left with only one option she ended up closing her eyes so that she could drift to sleep.