[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Izkrip_zpsxvpt2vsz.jpg?t=1445052609[/img] Izkripp[/h1]
[h2]Vida Curacio[/h2]
Vida laid on the bed with her head and most of her upper body covered by her jacket as the men talked in the room. Besides the doctor and Ester she recognized one other voice. It was the voice of the man from this morning. The one that she had hurt. She shifted uncomfortably as she thought about what she must have put him through. Under her jacket she pulled her hand up to her face so she could look at the bandaged digits. They did not hurt as much as they did earlier, but she could still feel that they were hurt. She went to clench her fist then stopped before she could. It was not time for her to wallow in self pity, there was things she needed to do. She was hungry, she needed to get something to and to feed her...

Suddenly Vida sat up and threw her jacket clear across the room as she remembered. She had not been home, which meant there were two cats that did not have any food. She did not stop to rationalize as she jumped out of the bed and started to walk off. She was halted briefly by the sharp pain in her arm from the IV coming out. She stared at the blood that pooled on her arm for a moment before turning to the door and walking out. She was completely engrossed her in her own thoughts and walked sure footed without any direction.

"I need to get home. I have to get home. Home is where I need to be. I need to get there. Cats, cats. Yes. My cats. I need my cats. They are hungry. I need to them, they need me." 

She rambled on and on about her cats ignoring everything around her, even her own body. She was still tired, but she ignored it. She had a mission that she had to complete. 

"They need me. I bet they are going 'Meow, meow. We are hungry!'" 

She reached up and scratched her head looking down a hall one way and then the other. 

"A way out. There must me a way out..."