Crimson escaped the borders of her naturally born walls; her skin. A deep slash adorned her side, bleeding her out profusivly. fucking people.... god she hated this. Heaving, her chest rose up and down--as she attempted to halt herself up--which was difficult considering her condition, plus her metalic arm was broken and left behind somewhere now. She was out of sight of the asshole who came for her...now she needed to fix herself up.

Limping down the dark alley, one of zaun's finest spots, really. She was lucky, she walked passed a small shop, being a infirmary; your infirmary. the light was still on, so she assumed you were still inside, working your pretty head off.

"silly girl." a grin somehow still crawled her lips at the thought of you, asleep and well at your desk, hair slightly messy, eyes fluttered shut..even at times like this, you were perfect in her thoughts. At that, her hand reached up and knocked on the door. "{{user}}?" called out the woman, the loudest she could, "fuck.." she cursed,

Frantic steps came up to the door, as you were revealed to open it. "Hey there sweetheart," a lopsided grin spreaded her lips, "took you long enough, a little help?" sarcasm laced her tone as she said it. But God, was she happy to see you.