She opened her eyes, and lifted her arm up; bloody bath water tumbled past Feli's arm.
She shakily stood up, and let her foot glide over the plug to drain the water.
She kicked the plug up, and caught it in her hands; she laid the plug down on the side of the tub.
Feliciana stumbled out of the tub.
She pushed down the toilet seat, so that she could sit down after a while of contemplation.
She reached above her head for the bandages after she had sat down on the closed toilet seat.
She couldn't let her room mate see her like this.
Feliciana blacked out sometimes, and when she came to her senses, she'd be cut up from her dagger, slowly bleeding out.
Alice said that she had a demon inside of her, and that she needed it exorcised.
Feliciana wasn't quite sure that that was true, but she hadn't even attempted to find someone to exorcise the demon out of her.
She began to bandage herself up as she got lost in her thoughts; she had gotten good at taking care of herself over the years.
She remembered feeling useless when she had went to cut herself, but she didn't know why she had felt that way.
She could cook and clean, plus she was really good at first aid; all of the times that she had to bandage herself up after her black outs had given her enough practice to make her good at first aid.
She often surprised her room mate, Monika, with how good she was at treating wounds despite her not being a fighter.
She moved on to her legs with the medicine and bandages.
Feli pushed away any last feelings of uselessness, and got dressed in a long sleeved shirt and pants.
Feliciana staggered down the stairs to start making pasta, and smiled when Monika came home.
She offered the other woman some pasta which Monika accepted.
Feliciana quickly got out some Italian wine.
Feli remembered something about a Madeline or a Matilda that had committed suicide; she had been the personification of the country above America.
She only knew, because Monika's big sister had been devastated at the loss of the other woman.
Feli then wondered if she would be forgotten if she blacked out for too long, and she didn't have time to stop the blood loss.
Would Monika even remember her?
Feli sniffled, and then the tears came.
Monika stood up, and hugged her to comfot her.
Feli cried against the taller woman.
Germany carried the personification of Italy upstairs before she tucked her in to bed, so that she could sleep away the awful day that she had had.
