you could 'cause you can so you do {Andy}

[Andrina]

All her senses had bee muffled. Her sight was blurred, making in impossible to really focus on anything. Her hearing was dimmed to the point that his words only rang in her ears as distant mumblings. Her limbs tingled like she'd slept on them wrong that her blood wasn't circulating properly, that could very well be because a good amount of it was seeping out the back of her skull. She felt chilled, a cold sweat moistening her skin, and her breathing was slow and sleep like. It sort of felt like she was constantly pushing herself through a foggy sort of jello and, from her perspective, just as enjoyable. She could almost imagine the sugary sweetness of the bouncy dessert, despite the fact that her mouth tasted faintly of salt and metal. She must have bitten her tongue at some point because, upon inspection with her blood free hand, she discovered that it too had begun issuing the pretty red liquid. She squinted to make sure that she was, in fact, seeing more blood, but this only put further strain on her fragile mind and she swooned for a moment.

She realized after some time that Mumble had taken her wrists again, and that Mumble was there at all. Despite that strong instinct that urged her to avoid pain, she darted her semi useless eyes up to meet his. IT was probably for the best that she couldn't really make out his face, nor his words. She just stared at him. Swaying slightly, almost completely dependent on his grip to hold her upright. Her world was slipping away, she could feel it, feel herself losing grip. She stretched her blood stained figures out to gently touch his cheek. She tried to say something, but her speech was garbled by the quickly growing pool of blood on her swollen tongue. She unattractively allowed some of it to pour unto her chin before trying again. She managed two words, sung lamely to the tune of three melodic notes. Two words, almost wheezed through her unnaturally red lips before her head slumped to the side and she was dead to the world.

...San....Francisco

[Mumble]

He was pretty sure his brain wasn't really functioning at full capacity anymore. Seeing her sitting there bleeding and then laughing about it had done a number on him, left him in a mild state of shock, and all he could seem to focus on was that the girl he had though he'd worked things out with was now obviously in a condition that was anything but worked out. She was certifiably off her rocker. He didn't know anything about shock or trauma or what happened to a person when they had a nervous breakdown, but if he'd had to guess, he would have estimated that to be what he was witnessing here. He'd never seen her act like this, not once in all the time he'd known her, not even when she was drunk out of her head.

Good Guin, she was bleeding out of her mouth and...touching him, again, with bloody fingers, which was creepy but not nearly so creepy as the drooling blood thing. He hardly managed to reach out and give her a small amount of support before she'd started...singing, that was different...and then she was unconscious.

What the hell?

He grabbed for a blanket, wrapped her up in it because she wasn't really fully clothed, and struggled to his feet, holding her unconscious form in his arms. Fumbling with the door, he managed to get it open and burst out into the hall, headed towards the nurse with all the speed he could possibly muster. His head was pounding now, headache in full swing, but all he could focus on was getting her to the nurse as quickly as was humanly passible...