And, how's my little human?
Her days became nothing more than history repeating, whilst exhaustion held her unsure of timely length that had passed. That was the thing about paranoia; the lack of sleep and a steady structure caused every day to blur into one. Confusion.
Of course, Katherine couldn’t forget what had happened; despite how much she may have wanted to. Still wearing the visible injuries that stemmed from the car crash— and even that was no more than an impulsive decision to buy her a little time, that could’ve gone two ways.
From there, she walked. Slowly; as the every step was a pained effort. But, never once did she stop without good reason. Once; to get herself properly clothed and out of that thin bathrobe that barely covered her numb skin, with what little money she managed to scrape from the Boarding House. Twice; to call her fail-safe, after she’d finally came across a payphone.
The phone call wasn’t the first of the summer, Katherine had already informed the receiver of her present situation; words she thought she’d never have to say. Now, it was simply contact to seek confirmation that her friend was close by— and, thankfully, the distance between them was currently not too far.
So, she waited.
Some time later, the human jolted at the sound of Imogen’s voice; grateful for her arrival, her presence acted as a postponed sigh of relief. Almost counteracting her shock, for her hearing had weakened, leaving every sign of company as a sickly surprise.
❝-- I need to get out of here.❞ She ignored her question, unintentionally; though her unkempt appearance and bruising answered that question for her. The dark smudges of old make-up lay beneath her eyes that frantically scanned for the vampire’s means of transport, perhaps in sight.
