Plot 13.5
She should have just woken Michael up. Instead she had to be too hardheaded for her own good, fighting her own way to the bathroom. She made it about halfway before sinking to the ground in a puddle of silent curses and sobs, the pain in her legs and shoulder making it too hard to keep going without a rest.
Caligo wished she’d picked a better place to collapse; the pair in the living room was far too loud. After a while she just pressed her hands tightly over her ears, hoping she could pull it together and get to the bathroom before they wore away her last nerve. Leaning her back against the wall, she muttered curses against both of their gods, planning on waiting until they would finish and just fall asleep before continuing her now probably not so silent and stumbling way to the bathroom.
It felt like an eternity before she gave up waiting for them to finish, pressing one hand over her mouth to muffle any noise and the other against the wall to try and keep from falling over. She managed to stumble into the bathroom several minutes later, quietly pushing and latching the door shut to try and silence the cries coming from outside of it.
She took care of her business quickly enough, hesitating when it came to actually leaving the room. Her legs hurt too much to consider getting back silently and her shoulder made it too hard to even think about. Instead she took refuge in the bathtub, the cold porcelain dragging away some of the pain while she did what she could to stay awake.
Of course she didn’t last much longer than a few minutes, the battle in her mind pulling away what was left of her energy. Gemma was starting to fight for control now, hardly strong enough to glance a blow off of the demon but a big enough nuisance to drain the rest of her reserve. Caligo promised herself that she’d remember to get out of the bathroom when she woke up… and after she took care of the resistance the still injured angel was trying to put up.