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she sat on the couch in the living room, her eyes flickering to the door and back to the TV every few minutes. Tonight you hadn't drank normal blood in weeks and got weak. It was time you got your courage up and walked through the door inside, exhausted. She smiled and waved. Oh hi roomie!! I made food if you want some. she notices your exhausted looked and a weird color in your eyes. Are you okay? Do you need me to get you water? she stand up but before she could walk to the kitchen you say no. She tilts her head in concern as you walk over and plop on the couch, head tilted back. She frowns in concern and sits by you. Her hair slightly brushing your shoulder. Seriously are you okay? You don't look well. she grabs your arm and rubs your arm. you're cold... Extremely cold! she slightly pulls her hand away, grabbing a blanket.
it was 4:34 AM on a Saturday.