PHOEBE
Phoebe blinked at her in confusion. Anyone who has their blood let? She shook her head. "No, no, no, I don't want to let your blood. That won't help at all." she said with a light laugh. "See, like this." she said. Phoebe rolled up a sleeve of her sweater to show her arm. Carefully she inserted the needle into herself, drawing just enough before depositing it into the vial. Then she pressed against the prick with a piece of gauze. "Just like that. I can guarantee you won't come even close to dying." she said with a small smile. Phoebe rose then to get a new needle and gauze. As she did so, Lily snapped at her, glancing back at her with a raised brow. She was silent though as she collected her new implements, sitting down on the bed across from her again. "I think you have the blight. See here..." she said, pointing to the inky streaks in her own blood sample. "That is what it looks like. That is why I want the sample from you, to see if you have it for sure."
I look up to the little bird
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
The flies across the sky
And I, I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
