Her coffee had gone cold. Ah.
There was probably blood in it anyway.
She tipped it down the drain and watched the dark liquid fade from the silver of the sink as it dripped away. What a waste. At least she could reheat the curry- but Izumi didn't really have an appetite anymore. Dying tends to do that to you.
Not because of the whole death thing, not even close. Mostly because her body had created what it needed. So she wasn't hungry anymore. She hated dying. It was inconvenient.
I have a decision to make, what's more inconvenient, this migraine or dying?
Sometimes she put up with it, not always. What was more important, did she still have things she needed to do that a migraine would prevent her from, did she still have tasks left to complete?
She'd been trying to sleep, but the throbbing in her head wouldn't go away, clinging tight on the inside of her skull.
Nothing cures a headache quite like dying.