The Rescuing Type || Vi & Thad
Vi stumbled into her flat shortly after dawn, everything aching. All she wanted was to patch herself up and curl into bed, but as soon as she got inside she pulled up short. There were people there. Dash she had expected, but the curly head on the floor was definitely not him. Thad maybe? A closer look at the couch showed her that it was definitely a girl. “What the hell?” she muttered. Neither of these people were Dash unless something had gone incredibly wrong, but she really didn’t want to know. She hurt too much to care.
Stepping carefully, she walked past the sleeping people, hoping desperately that they wouldn’t wake up. Last night’s full moon had been hard and she was feeling significantly less than human. As she stepped into the tiny kitchen and flicked on the light, she pulled off her shirt to reveal several long scratches bleeding sluggishly. Quietly, she started going through her cupboards to pull out gauze and a cleaning potion.
