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Event Prompt 3 of ??? As it grows closer to Halloween, you find your sleep to be practically non-existent. If you’re lucky, you manage to get 1-3 hours of rest at best and the nightmares grow worse, almost to the point where the memories of them haunt you during your waking hours. You can’t seem to satisfy your ever-growing hunger and any meat you manage to scarf down ends up being more raw than not. Your skin starts to itch, any scratching causes sores over your body or hair loss at your scalp. What skin hasn't been scratched is turning a sickly pale, almost green shade. Maybe you've caught some sort of virus or bug that's going around?
Giving up on trying to sleep, Bindhi flung the covers off and sat up. Glancing blearily at the clock, she groaned as it showed she’d only been in bed for a couple of hours. ******** nightmares. ******** everything. WELP. Three in the ******** AM was just what time she’d be getting up for the day. This was life now. Besides, she was hungry.
And itchy. Jesus Christ, was she ever itchy. Scratching absently at her arms and sides, she only stopped when she went to the kitchen sink to watch her hands, sighting blood under her nails. A quick and disgusted glance at where she’d been scratching revealed that she was covered with odd sores. Great. Good. Wonderful. As she stood at the sink, trying to figure out what was going on, one hand crept up to give her scalp a good skritch.
Bindhi paused, realizing what she was doing and pulled her hand away, wisps of hair coming away like freaky, albino spiders. Okay. Okay. Closing her eyes, she considered her options. She was absolutely going to call her doctor once it was a decent hour. In the meantime, she would need to consciously keep herself from scratching and making things worse. Therefore, she would use the time till the doc got in sensibly and eat something. Though, maybe a shoulder would be a better first action. The last thing she needed was an infection caused by open, dirty sores.
A few minutes later, after bidding adieu to more of her hair, Bindhi was wrapped in a clean robe and browsing the fridge. Without thinking, she had already opened a pack of turkey bacon and demolished it without trying to cook it up. Well, it was weird, but probably okay? She didn’t know or care at the moment. A couple of leftover cartons of chinese food quickly followed the bacon, though Bindhi didn’t really sit up and take notice until she caught herself nibbling on a raw steak that she’d bought to grill up for Angus over the weekend.
By the time she finished throwing up, she rolled slightly to sit on the bathroom floor, back against the wall. Given how incredibly shitty she felt, it was a wonder that she’d managed the rapid dash from kitchen to bathroom so neatly. And she’d need another shower. One thing was sure, she wasn’t waiting to call the doctor. His answering service could just take her information and give him warning that he would be accepting her as a walk-in patient today. Hopefully, whatever bug she’d managed to catch was easily treatable. Maybe it was a weird virus. A really, really weird virus.
Chuckling weakly, she studied her sore covered arms and winced. She couldn’t be sure in the bathroom lighting, but her skin seemed to have a weird, almost sickly greenish-white tinge. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to need some antibiotics to clear her up. Still, between the weird itching and accompanying sores and the hunger, she couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Heh,” she laughed softly to herself as she fought to keep from scratching. “Itchy. Tasty.”
