[hr][hr][h1][i][color=6ecff6][center]Elizabeth Hawthorne[/center][/color][/i][/h1]
[hr][center]Location: Emergency Room
Interacting With:  Amy Chang, Danica Graves [@Lady Amalthea][hr][hr][/center]

Elizabeth was glad when Danica had returned, at least she’d perhaps have someone on her side and not be stared at by every person around her, which she noticed some people were still staring at her as the stumbled a little to do their work, obviously too entranced with Elizabeth who had been dead moments earlier and was now sitting up and talking as if she had only been sleeping or passed out.

[color=6ecff6]“I was...dead?”[/color] She asked aloud to Amy, a perplexed look hitting her face, just trying to understand what was going on. She was guessing this wasn’t some sort of joke or prank, if so it was the most elaborate and long played out one she ever experienced; this certainly was a confusing day, all she had wanted to do was go for a small run, got attacked twice, was fortunate enough to have found some help and now she’s hearing that she died, well it certainly would be a good story to tell people if things ever settled down.

[color=6ecff6]“Well maybe it just took some time for my heart to start up again, I saw a medical story like that, maybe that’s just what happened with me.”[/color] Elizabeth added, though she knew it was rare and not the most sound relying on what she saw on television, but it was the only logical thing she could think of. Elizabeth noticed when Danica began to grunt and take a step back, ready to ask if she was okay when she heard the woman speak under her breath, though it sounded like she had said it aloud, at least it seemed that way to Elizabeth when her heightened hearing picked up her words, [color=6ecff6]“Am I what?”[/color] She asked, noticing Danica’s pain had returned, then added, [color=6ecff6]“Hey are you alright?”[/color] Not connecting that Danica’s pain was indicating something about her.

She returned her attention to Amy again for a moment when she started to speak, asking her about any cravings and then that silent whisper of her senses called once more, wanting the blood that could be smelt, not that the small craving was driving her, but it was almost saying, [i]‘It's not necessary to have this now, but wouldn’t it be nice if you did?’[/i] Her stomach responding to the silent voice with a low growl, [color=6ecff6]“Yeah, some blood would be great, the best quality you have if that’s alright.”[/color] She partially joked with a small chuckle, though if the opportunity to drink blood was available, she’d do it, no doubt that would get even more people staring at her.