[center] She still wondered if any of this was all worth it. Why the hell would she continue to put herself through all of this? Was it mere instinct? Was it the deep need to keep her sire alive, despite all of the hell that he’d continued to put her through? It seemed impossible to think that Clara would continue with any of this, and yet there she was, still lying there in hopes that either her blood, Ryanair’s, or even both of them  would help save Kieran… She almost felt like a fool- especially now that all of this had caused her to remember every single fucking detail of when he had turned her. Things that she’d forgotten either with time or from lying to herself had all found their way back to her, and all she really wanted to do was throw in the towel. 

That familiar empty ache sat deep within her, and Clara either wanted to drown herself in drink, or try to force it all away by slipping to sleep. Either way, her dreams and nightmares would be there to haunt her even further. 

Wolff’s words had brought her from her thoughts, thankfully, but she was confused when Ryanair had been directed to stand.  He was supposed to be in this with her, so to see them suddenly unplug him and have him sit, she’d come to the realization that only her blood had been compatible… 

Well, wasn’t that fucking laughable?

The frown remained on her lips, especially when her bed had been pushed closer to Kieran’s. She’d turned her head so that she didn’t have to look at him, and her eyes shut once more. She was exhausted, that horrible empty feeling mixed with that everlasting anger had been laced with a worry that she still couldn’t shake -- despite all of it. 

Even still - Clara remained still, allowing everyone to do as they wished so that Kieran could be saved. As long as sleep would take her - she’d already felt it tugging at her quick enough, then maybe all of this would go by quicker… [/center][@Arista]