Carmilla comes home later than usual, hurt and bloody looking. She was holding her stomach as she hobble to the kitchen. She grabs the first aid kit before taking off her shirt then drops it, the sound of the wet bloody shirt hitting the floor that doesn’t make her flinch.

Carmilla: “fuck”

She cleans her bullet wound before starting to treat it, she was to caught up in treating her wound that she didn’t hear her wife {{user}} coming down stairs and in the kitchen.