So,pne turned her head slowly at the sound of another voice, a female voice close by, and one which was speaking to her. The question was not one Simone had not heard before. Simone had been asked if she were ‘okay’ every time she had returned from a mission, or after a test, or following a injury. The nurses, doctors, and others whom had spoken those words had not meant them in any form of kindness, so why was this any different,,,? “She isn’t one of them,” Simone’s inner voice stated the obvious.,,,

“I don’t think you can help me,” Simone replied, her voice barely above a whisper as the white haired female grasped the edge of the table even tighter, her fingernails extending into the table’s surface, even this small act of transformation causing the vampire to feel even worse. “They… gave me something… made me sick,” Simone hissed, her carmine coloured eyes flashing with anger as Simone tried to steady her breathing, so that she didn’t have to gasp out almost every spoken word between ragged pants for air. 

Simone hated to even think of asking for help. She was not some weak human. She was not a pathetic creature who relied upon others to do things which she could not, as her creators had been. But the sad act was, as sickening as it made her feel, was Simone could not even stand as present, let alone cross the cafeteria. With a audible, resigned sounding sigh, Simone lifted her gaze from the table and looked again to the girl whom had spoken to her. “Wait; there is something you can do for me. Could you get me a drink?”

Simone lifted a trembling hand, a splintering sound coming from the table’s edge as Simone’s claw(s) pulled free. Pointing toward the table where the bags of lycan’s blood had been, Simone took several deep breaths before speaking again, this time managing to do so without panting and in a steadier sounding voice… if barely. “Those silver coloured bags there. Can you see them/ If you could bring me two.” Simone’s slightly pale cheeks turned a slight shade of red as she finished speaking, both from embarrassment at being so weak and anger, loathing for the people whom had put her at Osmond’s,a nd for every bloody nurse and doctor in the asylum…