Blood. Everywhere.

Piper grabbed onto the bathroom counter quickly, the room spinning around her, and her stomach gave another violent lurch. She threw up again, this time managing to aim into the sink. Blood splattered as her organs seemed to wrench and tear apart. It splashed into the basin, flecking the mirror and stainless steel nobs.

"Ok in there, woman?" Taunting, mocking, Grimmjaw knocked playfully on the door. Piper opened her mouth to respond, to beg for help, anything, but more blood forced its way up. Gasping for air, the blood was pooling into her nasal cavity as well, spilling down her upper lip, drowning her. There was too much, she couldn't breathe. It was thick, bitter-iron tasting, and she was throwing up again. Bile, this time- the contents of her stomach with a wild pink tinge. The playful knock was suddenly an impatient bang.

"What the fuck are you doing? Hurry up- You didn't even eat enough to puke!" His voice was annoyed, impatient. But there was an underlying tone of anxiousness. He could smell the blood, it was making him uneasy. "Did you hear me?"

Piper tried to stumble towards the door, but her limbs weren't working, and she felt so weak and horrible. She slipped in her own congealing blood and hit the ground with a thud. She cracked her head on the tile and the last thing she remembered hearing was the sound of splintering wood and Grimmjow's swearing as he tossed the door aside and took in the morbid scene before him.

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