The door creaked open slowly, only to reveal Tibulass in the corner of the bathroom, sitting right beside the sink and with the trashcan off to the side. From the way she was leaning against the wall, it was pretty evident that she wasn't having a fun time. Even moreso with the abundance of bile in the toilet in the room. The girl glanced up at Harriet and mustered a few words out of her. [color=f6989d]"I... knew I was missing... something in that code..."[/color]

It had been a bit less evident before, but looking at Tibulass' head revealed two things. The minor thing was a bit of a needed adjustment to a side of her hair, but the other was the bigger kicker. The surgical thread covering a long injury on her head. Even though the wound looked like there was brand new skin covering it and nothing arose, the light shining against the nervous sweat of her nausea-induced anxiety revealed the different texture of the skin against her head. It was a new injury, but it seemed like it was sewn up expertly. It wasn't the prettiest cut, but it was definitely noticeable now that tensions died down.

[color=f6989d]"... um... c-can I get any sort of anti-nausea meds? I feel like I'm going to fuckin' [i]die[/i]."[/color]

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