ojandtostitos commented on samtaro's post in blueridgeschool:

"W-Well okay.. I g-guess," Tatum relented, her eyes still closed and her head tipped back against the seat. Keeping herself alert was becoming more and more of a challenge, but when Michi took her hand, she was quick to squeeze it back as hard as she could. It wasn't much, but it was something, and she did feel a little better. It didn't help the pain any, but it was an extremely comforting gesture. If she died, at least she wouldn't die alone anymore.

"It's a n-nice car," she murmured, managing a very small smile as she swallowed thickly, groaning a little as she shifted in the seat again and hurt her back once more. It didn't seem like things could get worse, her entire body was made up of aches and agony, but every little movement just made things that much worse, sharp jabs and prods of pain.

Her eyes opened a little at the mention of Sera, and she furrowed her eyebrows a bit, as she continued on forcing herself to sit up a bit better. Her free arm leaned against the door, propping her up. "If I d-do die, I owe m-my sister some m-money.. she c-can have the s-stuff under my b-bed, t-the uh.. it's d-drug money but.. I-I g-guess.. and uhm, m-my.. my camera 'c-cos it's got.. n-nice and it's got stuff on t-there, like of u-us," she murmured, her eyes shutting once more as she began particularly weak, reeling back a bit as her vision tried to double on her again.

Upon Michi's question, she slumped back into the chair more heavily again, trying to regain her hold on the world. She had been positive for a second there that she was done, everything had been black for what felt like forever, but in reality had probably only been a few moments. Still, she felt disoriented. "W-Wolf," she murmured, looking over at the bloody handprints she had got on the door. "What e-else right.. like a.. l-like a werewolf, like a p-person I guess, I don't-- I d-don't know why they didn't.. k-kill me."