 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Sheridan stomped into the hospital waiting room, trying not to lead a trail of mud into the room, before flopping down on the uncomfortable chair and leaning back, remembering the dripping red that came from her nose, she put her hand to it and leant back. That was what you were supposed to do right?
She wouldn't touch her hair, she'd already been scared out of her wits by the lump of blonde hair that had come loose and falling out on the blonde hair, and besides she was sure that her hair would go red if she touched it with her bare hand that was now covered in blood. Her eyesight had gone a bit haywire too, her eye just wanted to close and she wouldn't let it. Instead she planned how to kill Hendricks. Slowly and painfully she decided maliciously. |