[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]

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[b]location:[/b]Kris's apartment. [/centre]

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Niesha gave a soft sigh, contemplating going to get some ice while Kristina was in the shower, but she didn't want to leave her alone, in case she got into a bit of trouble. She listened as kristina spoke, squirming slightly. For Niesha, the prospect of telling anyone she liked them was a hard one. It wasn't something she had ever really done before. She always came up with excuses, always figured that the person didn't like her like that, and what was the point of risking heart ache and embarrassment?

[color=fff200]"In my experience, sometimes the knowing is worse"[/color] Niesha said softly, remembering her troubled teen years. She seemed to drift off for a minute, unable to stop the memories that she'd rather just fade away, but were as sharp as if they had just happened. She shook her head, as if she could wipe it as easily as an etch a sketch. 

As Kristina hoped about, Niesha watched her, ready to help if the other girl needed it. Sitting down with the bandages, Niesha gently, but tight enough to provide support, wrapped Kristina's ankle, doing so to provide the ability to still bend her ankle, while keeping it supported. It was really a simple bandage, and Niesha was doing in mere moments, checking the perfusion by pressing Kristina's toe nails, and watched the white rapidly turn to back to red. She did the same above and below the banddage, a little over the top but Niesha wanted to make sure it was okay. [color=fff200]"I haven't exactly had good experiences with telling someone I liked them. The only relationship I had kinda just...faded back into friendship, and that relationship only happened because she wouldn't just let me be"[/color] Niesha had gone to college, mute and a troubled individual that had trouble with emotions and explaining herself, and come out little better at emotions, although she spoke more often. 

College was easier to dwell on then high school and her childhood, but still those times were over. [color=fff200]"I'd rather have friendship with Sophie, then nothing. Sometimes the risk is too great. And...and I can't protect her. I couldn't protect my community, how can I protect her? I let her get bitten. I should have been watching. I'm too...unworthy"[/color] Checking the blood flow once more, Niesha was satisfied and she stood up, [color=fff200]"I'll help you to the infirmary, I'm not going to let you hop down there"[/color] She said, managing a small smile. [color=fff200]"I don't know if there's any pain killers, but Ice will do you well. I can try and get some from the mess hall. Miss Sally will hopefully give us some. But I'll get you to the infirmary, first"[/color] She had hoped to avoid the infirmary now, but Kristina was more important to her then her own pride. She offered a hand to Kristina, and said [color=fff200]"You can use me as a crutch. I won't collpase"[/color] she promised, managing another smile.