Dragongal
Miss Medic
Emmalia nodded and wished she was asleep also. Alas, there were bigger problems, like the fact that she was still bleeding. She went into an alley, took off her shirt, and began washing it int he bucket. In the end it was no longer white but grey, dyed from her black blood, with a darker blotch on the shoulder. It could do - it had to do, since her bleeding had only increased pace. At least, by her figuring, if she died, she died a human. She pulled her shirt back on and rejoined Waldron. "Let's get to a doctor before I collapse."