(it's fine dear~ :D)

Vanity couldn't help but smirk lightly. For a minute there, he actually sounded like he was starting to care about her. She glanced at him with soft eyes and shook her head. "Don't worry- I'm not gonna die that easily..." She murmured just loud enough for him to hear her raspy voice. Vanity hated not being able to do anything. It really was eating her alive. But still... She couldn't help but wonder what was gonna happen after she got taken care of.

Whether or not Ange liked her- she was starting to like him. A lot. Like the kind of like that makes you want to stay by that person. Maybe was because she'd never had anyone stick with her this long, even if was for his own purpose. He still stuck by her. She shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind and took a quiet breath. She couldn't just sit here... They were out of the hospital now, if Ange had to carry her everywhere- they wouldn't get anywhere and they'd get caught. That's what ran through her head anyway.

Vanity took a slow, deep, quiet breath before using the wall to help her stand on her own two feet. Yes she was straining herself but she didn't want to feel like a sick dog waiting to be shot- she couldn't stand it! She propped up against the wall once she was standing and stood there, letting the wall hold her up. "This sucks! Those dirty fuckers..." She muttered quietly. She was so ticked that she actually kind of wanted to cry- but she wasn't going to.

The feeling rose when she couldn't hold herself up and slid down the wall back her butt. She let out a tired breath and hit the wall behind her. "Dammit..." 'I almost had it!' She thought to herself, absolutely enraged.