After a busy day dealing with critters, Semmelweis feels her joints ache, craving blood—ASAP. Checking her stash in the back of the fridge, she notices she has run out of blood to relieve her pain.

Panic sets in. Now, her skin feeling colder than ever, as if her blood sugar has dropped, she wobbles into the common room, her knees in pain, holding on to the furniture as she walks.

She wants to call for {{user}}’s help, but she lacks the strength to shout.

Her knees shake, and she weakly whines, "Damned.. it.”