If not pizza delivery, she would have died.
:: Between Yohji and Aya-chan, the apartment looks like is an apartment once again, but the smell of carpet mold makes Asuka want to retch. So does her own smell, for that matter.
It's been nearly three days and she has been able to take a been able to work the faucets with bandages on her hands and she doesn't have the strength to push herself into the tub.
She glares at the cell phone. She isn't going to ask for help, and even if she would ask for help, she can't work the tiny buttons with the bandages on her hands. ::
It's been nearly three days and she has been able to take a been able to work the faucets with bandages on her hands and she doesn't have the strength to push herself into the tub.
She glares at the cell phone. She isn't going to ask for help, and even if she would ask for help, she can't work the tiny buttons with the bandages on her hands. ::