Ah, you see, my state is too mountainous. xD And the roads are just plain awful.
Namine continued to work her way up Roxas's arm, aware that she wasn't near his wound yet. However, that didn't affect her gentleness; she didn't know how badly Roxas was hurting. She cleaned the trail of blood up until the point where she reached Roxas's hand, which was blocking at area that she needed to clean. She lifted her gaze to him at that point, figuring that he was probably holding his upper arm because of pain.
Why does it suck? =/
Namine looked into Roxas's eyes for a second before she repositioned herself, sitting on the edge of the couch and leaning forward. She brought her left hand forward and lightly gripped Roxas's wrist, doing that without thought. She lightly brought up her other hand with the rag and started wiping at the bottom of the trail of blood, her eyes staying on that as she remained gentle.
xD I know what you mean; I want to get away from my hometown. There are a lot of people I'd like to never see again.
Out of the corner of her eye, Namine noticed that Roxas had become still, which probably meant that he had taken off his shirt. She lifted her gaze back to him, her eyes going to his arm. It looked pretty bad, and seeing it made her bit her lip lightly. After a few seconds, though, she lifted her gaze to Roxas, silently asking if she needed to be the one to clean it or not.
Eh, my college is pretty close to home, so it shouldn't be too bad. xP It's like, an hour away.
Namine politely looked away, her gaze falling back to the ground when she saw Roxas taking off his shirt. If he needed to take off the shirt to get to the wound, then surely he wouldn't be able to take care of the injury himself. Namine would help the best that she could, though she wasn't used to wrapping or treating injuries.
It'll be interesting, that's for sure. x3 I'm curious as to what it'll be like.
Namine tilted her head slightly, blinking when her vision tilted a little more because of the dizziness. She tried to ignore it, instead trying to see where the wound was. From her position, she couldn't see the tear in Roxas's shirt, or how it was stained with blood.
Yup. =) I'm meeting her next week, along with the two girls we're sharing a bathroom with.
Namine exhaled a breath through her nose, forcing herself to ignore the dizziness, just as she had been doing for the past week or so. She opened her eyes and leaned forward a little out of the back of the couch, her eyes wandering from Roxas's face to his arm.
I can't wait for college either. x3 My roommate seems really cool.
"I'm alright," Namine murmured, keeping her eyes closed even when she felt Roxas looking at her. The dizziness wasn't getting any worse now, though it was still pretty bad. It wasn't quite as bad as what she had experienced earlier that day, though, when she felt like she could have fainted from feeling so lightheaded.
A lil bit--got some pillows, a desk lamp...mostly I just got toiletries and stuff like that.
Namine kept her eyes shut, aware that it was getting worse. Stop it! she mentally cried unsure of if Smith could hear her or not. She couldn't hear him, but what if he heard her? Did he know how miserable he was making her feel? Namine leaned back into the couch, her fingers in her hair as she kept her hand on the side of her face.
A ton of school stuff. x3
Namine lowered her gaze to the ground, bringing a hand to the side of her head without thought when she felt dizzy. Don't let it get to you, she told herself, blinking to try and make it disappear. Of course, it wasn't that easy, since she now knew what the cause of this dizziness was. Smith, the man who tormented her both in real life and in her dreams. She shut her eyes, exhaling a breath as she tried not to feel so lightheaded.
Yup, it sure was. 8D
Namine's gaze wandered to the trail of blood on Roxas's arm, remembering that when she came in, she had seen him lifting up his sleeve and revealing that the trail was pretty long. That must have meant that the wound was on his shoulder, not his arm. And if there were the case, then Roxas would need to take off his shirt to have the wound taken care of.
