Snippet #1784119

Vriska narrowed her eyebrows. "You don't know what I'm going through, bitch." She tried to push the tears to the back of her eyes. "GOD, if it's that important, then lay down." Markus did, and in great anger, Vriska slapped him hard across the face, knocking him out. Once she made sure that he was properly made unconcious, she pulled his shirt halfway up, made an X across the bottom of two sides of his chest near his ribs, and tore them open with her claws. Scratching her left "arm" again, she covered her right hand in blue blood before tearing off one of his loose, broken ribs, covering it in her blue blood, and sticking it back inside his chest. She closed his wound and bandaged it, before doing the same to the other side of his chest to the broken ribs. Once she had pulled his shirt down she yelled in his face "WAKE UP!".

"I fixed you."