Firrae's hand went to her mouth as she violently started coughing. When she wiped her mouth, she noticed the blood streaks on her hand. She had defiantly pushed herself. She slowly pushed herself up, swaying as she found her balance. She smiled at his comment.<br/><br/><br/>"oh, Lover boy, that was nothin'. This body has been worse."<span style="font-style: italic">Yea...like the night you slammed me into the ceiling.</span>A serious of coughs tore through her throat again, blood trickling from her lips. She sat in the chair in the corner of the room.<br/><br/>"I'll be fine. So...how does the new daddy feel?"