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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog had stayed the night again, and even managed a small walk outside, but it's time to go home. She finishes her tea, and then heads to the door.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get very far, before a wave of nausea hits, and her knees buckle underneath her. Cywyllog reaches out for something, anything, to balance herself - a chair, a wall, a patron - but there's nothing there.

She hits the floor hard and then just sits there, head in her hands, and waits for it to pass.

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"It hurts like a prick of a pin, since that's almost what they use to get it out."

[cywyllog]

"And what good would that do?" She asks warily.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"By looking at it closely, they can tell many times what is wrong with the person the blood comes from."

[cywyllog]

"And if they cannot?"

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"Then you will have two options: Take no further testing and merely have suffered a pinprick, or to allow them to take other samples - usually from your bowels."

She realized halfway through that explanation, she was about to talk with a human about bodily functions, a delicate subject for most of them, even amongst close friends. So she changed her terminology.

[cywyllog]

There's a rather long pause.

"Or I could just go home and rest."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

There is a pause.

"You risk death if it is something serious." She looks away.

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog sighs and runs a hand over her forehead.

"I will think about it."

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," she murmurs quietly. "Would you like a hand up to the nearest chair?"

[cywyllog]

"Please." She nods.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She stands first and offers her hand down to Cywyllog, giving her friend the option to take as little help as she needs. If more help is needed Lust will gladly give however much she is asked.