Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jul 13, 2014 6:06:28 GMT
Caitlin woke up yet again, her mind fighting sleep, not ready to die. Think... heal... think... COCOA! Her nose smelled it before her eyes found it. Caitlin scooted a little ways off the couch and when the blanket slid a little away from her shoulders she noticed she was dressed. Thank goodness. Her throat was dry and sore and she really - really wanted that cocoa. Reaching over she grabbed the cup and spilled a bit. Undeterred she lifted it to her lips for a sip. Her hands were shaking and it was a messy drink but she managed. Carefully Cait put the cup back down and tucked the curtain of hair in her face back behind her ear..
"Danny?" She asked. The note on the table got her attention. She pulled it over, squinted and read. An alarm made a half-arse attempt to buzz in her brain before giving up completely. She didn't have the energy to waste on that. Slowly she pushed herself up on her elbows and hugged the armrest of the chair. She propped her chin on the furniture and she closed her eyes. She couldn't see the wound but oh buddy could she feel it. Cait couldn't remember doing any magic in the last twenty-four hours so she thought she was good for a little self healing spell. When she tried though, nothing happened.
It was just a level one spell. She tried again. Nothing. Her vision started to dim around the edges but she fought it. She tried the spell again. Still nothing.
What had she recently cast magic for? A true fear started to sink into her bones, and her body temperature really was dropping. Whatever reason she had used her magic, it must have worked, because whoever stabbed her in the back didn't stick around to finish the job. She wondered randomly if the same someone had been responsible for stealing her boots. It didn't seem likely. She wanted to laugh. and sob. at the same time.
"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself. Caitlin reached for the blanket and pulled it up around her shoulders, trying to force warmth around her body. The shirt was sticking to her back. It felt like maybe she'd ruined another bit of clothing. At least she didn't feel liquid running down her sides. Maybe the blood had finally clotted, at least enough to slow it down. Or maybe there just wasn't enough left to bleed while she laid on her stomach.
"Danny?" She asked. The note on the table got her attention. She pulled it over, squinted and read. An alarm made a half-arse attempt to buzz in her brain before giving up completely. She didn't have the energy to waste on that. Slowly she pushed herself up on her elbows and hugged the armrest of the chair. She propped her chin on the furniture and she closed her eyes. She couldn't see the wound but oh buddy could she feel it. Cait couldn't remember doing any magic in the last twenty-four hours so she thought she was good for a little self healing spell. When she tried though, nothing happened.
It was just a level one spell. She tried again. Nothing. Her vision started to dim around the edges but she fought it. She tried the spell again. Still nothing.
What had she recently cast magic for? A true fear started to sink into her bones, and her body temperature really was dropping. Whatever reason she had used her magic, it must have worked, because whoever stabbed her in the back didn't stick around to finish the job. She wondered randomly if the same someone had been responsible for stealing her boots. It didn't seem likely. She wanted to laugh. and sob. at the same time.
"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself. Caitlin reached for the blanket and pulled it up around her shoulders, trying to force warmth around her body. The shirt was sticking to her back. It felt like maybe she'd ruined another bit of clothing. At least she didn't feel liquid running down her sides. Maybe the blood had finally clotted, at least enough to slow it down. Or maybe there just wasn't enough left to bleed while she laid on her stomach.