( week 4 ) wednesday morning, nagasone

[suffice to say, chie had a Rough Day yesterday. she's currently in the lounge, bent over one of the coffee tables. it's early enough that most of the motel's residents are probably still asleep; she's just always been an early riser.

it looks like she's trying to wrap bandages around her right hand, but given that it's her dominant hand, she's having a little bit of trouble. it doesn't help that in addition to her actual physical impediments, she's picturing shadowy tendrils snaking around from her back. she's trying really hard to ignore that right now, in favor of her first aid attempt... which is pretty clearly failing.]

Shit, c-come on...