Cherry didn't know what time it was and, to be quite honest, it didn't matter to her. She was up when she was ready to be up...and right now she wanted to be up. But the bed was very cozy.<br/><br/>She had woken up feeling fairly well-rested for the first time in a long time. The red head finally deemed the world good enough to open her eyes for and found herself confused--but only for a moment. The memories came flooding back and Cherry snorted at herself. "Another notch for the belt, ay Cherry?" she asked herself in a mutter. She could hear the shower going and assumed that's where Mallow was. He confirmed her theory as he called out, "Sleep well?"<br/><br/>Cherry debated on not answering and just finding a way to leave. That was usually how she did things with people that weren't Raz. For some reason, she opted to stay, answering back somewhat awkwardly, "Yeah. Fine. You?" She had no idea what social protocol was for this particular situation. She was a wham, bam, thank you ma'am type of woman. He definitely wasn't Raz, however he wasn't a stranger. She also found that she was having a hard time even wanting to leave. The night before she actually felt noticed, cared about. She also felt...guilty?<br/><br/>It was strange.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Mira had taken hours to fall asleep and when she did finally sleep, her sleep was full of nightmares. She mostly dreamt about Chuck's death. Mr. LaFeyal, afterall, had given her a fairly vivid description of Mrs. LaFeyal ripping Chuck's spine out. That's what Mira got to see in her dreams, over and over again.<br/><br/>Just as Mrs. LaFeyal's pale hand came up to go through Chuck's chest for what felt like the millionth time, Mira jolted away drenched in sweat and coppery taste in her mouth. She felt thirsty beyond all reason and nauseated. Very nauseated.<br/><br/>Mira looked up again and found herself in front of her toilet, which seemed to be filled with bile. "How...the...fuck...?" she mumbled, confused about how she had gotten there. Hadn't she just been laying in bed? She stood up, flushed the toilet, and made the mistake of looking in the mirror. "What the fuck...?" she leaned forward examining herself. Was she paler? Had it been that long since she had seen the sun? Were her lips purple or were they bruised? Speaking of bruised...what happened to all the bruises she had?<br/><br/>Mira frantically looked around her body, lifting her shirt and pulling her pants down to find any bruising or cuts from the past few days. "Nothing..." she whispered in awe.<br/><br/>"What are you doing, weirdo?"<br/><br/>Mira let out a scream, falling backwards and into the tub, her pants around her ankles. In front of her was Chuck. She gave an angry yell, scrambling out of the tub and pulling her pants back up. "That's not funny Kai! Stop it. Don't use him!" she demanded as her eyes already began to well up with angry tears.'Chuck' stared at her in bewilderment. "Mira, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes still full of mirth from catching Mira so off guard. "I said stop it! Get out, get out!" she yelled as she began to throw random things around the bathroom at 'Chuck'. The man finally seemed to get the message, throwing his hands up in defeat and leaving the bathroom. Mira slammed the door behind him with a frustrated scream.