SHE looked down at her body, where Amery decided to add a few slices.

How didn't she notice? No idea.

She held her arms up, blood dripping off it. A few cuts on her sides and a deep one running across her stomach. Her cheek felt damaged.

Well, if Thomas still named her scars the sky without stars, the sky would have a lot of stars now- if that made sense.

Hoping the machete was made from that silver she could heal from, Siren stood up. Her muscles ached but other than that, she was perfectly fine.

Well, she would have to find something against the blood loss.

More casually than she should have, Siren walked out of the room with no last glances at Amery's dead body. She wiped her hands on her sweaty clothes. Job... done.

She walked until she heard more voices. Shuck, she hated people when they weren't her friends.

But whatever. From what Zach told her, these people were harmless.

Maybe not if a girl that was covered in blood walked in, though. Well, whatever. She would see. Yolo.

It was the cafeteria Zach also told her about. It was filled with women and children, all dirty and skinny like sticks.

Uncomfortable with the eyes following at her, Siren moved to a bar. Glass separated her from the woman behind it. "Yo."

Bothered, the woman looked up. "Yes?"

"Perhaps you have like a towel or something?"

Her eyes trailed over Siren's bloody body. She raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta kill a few guys. Towel, please? I might drip onto your..." She looked down at the dusty ground, "beautiful ground."

"Wait here."

Siren leaned against the counter, letting go of some heavy breaths. She noticed more people staring at her. Awkwardly, she stared back at a boy.

The second she did that, she regretted it. He started walking closer.

"Hey."

She looked up and down at his fit, but certainly unattractive body. Every existing person was unattractive to Siren.

Everyone but Thomas, of course.

"Hi," she said dryly. "Need anything?"

"You're..." He stared for a while. "Bloody. But definitely not ugly."

"Kinky." She turned away, but he appeared in front of her again.

"What do you like?"

"Murder." Her eyes stabbed in his. "And the boyfriend I have."

"He's a lucky guy."

"Sweet."

Without shame, "You're cute."

"Unlike you," she snapped. Fuck's sake, if he didn't leave right now, she'd punch him in the ground.

"So your boyfriend... I don't see him."

"Put your glasses on."

"I still won't see him with those, will I?"

"Nah, so you might see that I'm not interested in you at all. Leave me alone." Her jaw clenched. The pain of the slices was slowly starting to kick in and she did not enjoy it.

"That boyfriend isn't very careful, hm? Letting you get stabbed? Leave you in a place where you're certainly not known? I wouldn't call it... protective."

One more word about Thomas, who she would almost call her precious, sun-shined idiot, and the boy would receive her fist.

"I'd gladly replace him and give you everything-."

Crack.

There his nose went. Siren pushed him away. "I told you, I'm not interested, man. And I swear if you-."

"Alright." He held up his hands, blood flowing out of his nose. He turned around, mumbling something so damn inappropriate about Thomas.

Siren had him grabbed the shirt in a second, and spun him in front of her. "What was that?"

"N-nothing," he stammered, suddenly taken aback by seeing the girl's eyes on fire.

"Apologize."

He stared at her, eyes wide.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry for calling your boyfriend..." He groaned, "something bad."

"You better be," she spat out, and gave the boy a push away from her.

As she said, she'd burn the world down for Thomas.

"Here." Still not happy with Siren, the woman from earlier handed her a towel.

"Thanks," she muttered and quickly rushed to the nearest bathroom, half limping.

The second she hung over the sink, she spat blood onto the white surface. She locked the door, then pulled her shirt off.

Fuck, it was worse than she thought.

Don't panic. I'm fine. No pain so far, she breathed in. It was just a weird tickle she felt. No pain. But she wasn't able to move smoothly.

"Alright." She wet the towel. "It's gonna be alright," she murmured, panicking slightly, even when she tried not to. Pressing the towel onto the deep cut in her stomach did sting. Caused her to groan in pain.

"Take the material..." She ripped a piece off her shirt. "Wrap it around the waist..." Which she did. It was what Reeve once taught her. "Tighten." She hissed. "Perfect."

Thomas tapped with his fingers when he was angsty. Siren talked to herself or unconscious people when she was angsty. Like that, everyone has their own thing.

She splashed cold water into her face and drank some. Her skin was pale in the mirror, her normally blue eyes a bit duff. A deep cut was on her cheek and sweat kept evolving.

That wasn't good. She just... had to get back to Thomas. And fast, before any wounds got worse.

Exhausted, Siren limped out of the bathroom. Nothing was really left the white material in her sports bra. It was all red, soaked in blood.

Whatever. She made it out of the building. Maybe if she was in a different state she'd killed some more bad people, but not now. She didn't want to risk more than she already had, or the fact she could bleed out because of at least five slices that were deep enough to be like half an inch inside her skin. Damnit.

Groaning and crying out with each tired step, Siren started making her way back. The pain got worse by the second. Adrenaline drained out of her body as pain flooded in like waves.

She had to take a break after ten minutes already, mentally punishing herself for sitting down because she knew it would be hard to get up again, and because she had to keep walking.

"Waste of time." She threw her head back against a tree. Soon, she managed to get up again. With huffs and puffs, she took steps. Awfully slow steps.

Right now, she only cared about seeing Thomas.

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After this adventure, Siren also decided to never run away from Thomas again. A few hours of being without him and she already felt like she was in despair.

Especially because when she finally arrived in their area (on the verge of fainting), she noticed he wasn't even there.

Oh, well.

Siren gave every last bit of her energy to arrive inside their medical room, and somewhat fell down from exhaustion. Losing blood was exactly something that made her healthier.

"Reeve?" Her voice came out weaker than she expected, though nothing hid her surprise of seeing the boy here. She thought he might've gone with the rest. "That you?"

The curly head turned around and indeed, it was Reeve. His smile faded once he saw the state Siren was in. Quickly, he put her down on a bed.

"Holy shit. What happened to you?" His eyes filled with worry as he bent down in front of her. "How do you feel? Dizzy? Cold? Weak? Definitely sweaty."

"All of the above," she murmured. "Can you make it stop?"

"I'll try," he confirmed. "Alright. You did well. You covered the wounds and put pressure on them. Good."

Siren allowed herself to rest against the wall as Reeve checked out every single wound. She only paid attention when he decided to disinfect the cuts, which hurt bad.

"Where's Thomas?" She wondered, attempting to keep her eyes open. So tired.

"With that protest... after he almost broke Vince's nose. Jesus Christ, that boy was pissed. After your outburst, he decided to add a little more to it. I swear, Minho would be proud of the amount of curses he yelled."

"Ah." Siren blinked. "Lovely."

"He went looking for you first, don't worry." Reeve chuckled. Somehow, he felt her slight disappointment. "An hour later, he gave up. Newt did his speech about how you would be fine on your own as long as you were back by tonight, which you are. I hope they'll be back soon. It's taking long."

Siren just nodded. Her head throbbed. "You mind if I just lie down for a second?"

"Wait. Just gotta get these last bandages on."

Her face lit up. "No stitches?"

"Some magic fairy delivered a box full of medial supplies, which included this serum that heals crap quite fast," Reeve muttered. Siren had to hide a grin, knowing who magic fairy had been. "It works well. I'll put it on."

Carefully, Reeve spread the serum over all her wounds and topped them off with thick, white bandages. Siren finally let herself fall, the sheets so soft it felt like she was drowning in world of comfort and clouds.

"Hey, Reeve?"

"Hm?"

"I think my pants are pretty bloody. So if Thomas comes back, please let him be the one to change it for me."

The amount of times Thomas had seen her in her underwear by now, proved he fit perfectly for this task.

"Of course, Ren."