@noburdenstocarry liked for a starter.
You’ve ended up getting sick again, but not an actual illness-- it’s more along the lines of some pretty stark withdrawls from hitting the cane shuga’ too hard. Using your own little key to the shoppe, you slink inside, miserable and disheveled, to try and go to bed unheard.
You use the edge of your serape to continuously clear away the blood that seeps from your sinuses. Once all the way up into the bedroom, whiskey hues keep a lookout as you try to very, very gently lay out your serape over your pillow and most of your mattress so your blood won’t get on it.












