Leslie had insisted that Kara remain sitting down in a chair to rest; she believed that Kara's skull injury was "too severe" for her to go about her daily business--not like Kara was able to do that kind of thing anymore being trapped in a place she didn't know.

Despite Kara repeatedly insisting that she was one hundred percent fine, Leslie still wanted her to relax.

"Don't give me that look, Satuman," Leslie said, trying her best not to sound annoyed at the injured demon. "This is for your own good, you know." She inhaled. "You'll be back on your feet doing whatever the hell nerdy things you like to do in no time."

"I'm fine," Kara said once more, still not fully convincing Leslie of this fact.

"No, you're not," Leslie replied, scowling a little at Kara. "You wiped out pretty bad back at Royaume de Glace."

"So?" Kara tried to act casual as she leaned back against the cushioned chair. You're fine, right?, her mind began to ask her. You'll be okay. It was just a tiny little fracture from a tiny little incident--a small crash into cement. You're completely fine. ...Though, I still don't know why she hasn't realized that yet.

"So?" Leslie repeated. "What the hell do you mean 'so'?" She continued to scowl. "Do you not know how hard you hit that railing? Hm? There was blood everywhere, Satuman. That's not normal, you know."

"Whatever." Kara blew strands of pink hair out of her face. It would almost appear to be that she wanted to look 'cool' for Leslie. Why am I even doing this? I mean, I'm not even cool in the first place. I'm a complete and utter nerd. A loser even. So, why am I trying to be 'cool' for the enemy? I... No. No. I don't like her. That can't be why--it can't.

"Unbelievable!" Leslie replied when she heard Kara's nonchalant comment about the situation. She reached her hands upward as she turned away from the demon--dancing her fingers through her dark hair. She muttered, "You're lucky I don't just sever our bind right now, asshole."

Kara froze a little at Leslie's comment. Did she seriously just say what I think she did? Kara felt herself gulp. She had already heard the stories of the demons who's binds with witches had been severed. It's already bad enough that I'm even binded to her in the first place, but now she's thinking about slicing that bind? Does she want to torture me? Is that really how she gets her sick kicks?

Kara tried to remain with a calm expression and demeanor even though she felt panic clawing away inside her--she tried to force that panicked look out of her eyes. Come on. Stop panicking. There's no way in hell she'd actually break that bind.... Is there? Despite Kara having a little bit of temporary confidence, it was very quickly once again replaced with doubt. She nervously traced her finger along the armrest of the chair she currently sat in.

Leslie continued to face away from Kara, her fingers still intertwining themselves with her raven hair. She really doesn't want to listen to me, huh? Well, you know what... That's fine by me. I'll let her be an idiot. She can be as stupid as she wants to be. She can be stupid to her stupid heart's content. Leslie sighed. If she dies, it's not my fault.

Leslie didn't even want to look back to where Kara still sat. She's not my responsibility... It's not my job to take care of her. She's my demon. If anything, she's supposed to be taking care of me.

Kara groaned a little to herself when her head started to hurt--at first, she had mistaken it for pain from her skull and brain injury. This... This feels different, she began to think to herself. This doesn't feel like the pain I've been having recently. Still, despite her worries, Kara did nothing but continue sitting in the chair, bringing her finger tips back and forth over the stitching of the patterns on the chair.

Leslie shook her head before heading off to her bed to sit down and think. That girl's really trouble. It's like she doesn't care if she gets hurt, the witch thought. It's reckless. She's reckless. Leslie sighed to herself.

Kara closed her orange eyes for a moment as she leaned her head back against the chair. Just a few moments ago, the demon had started to feel nauseous. Just my stupid, rotten luck, she thought. Kara tried to steady her breath despite panicking more and more internally with every passing moment. You're fine. You're good, she tried to reassure herself, though it did essentially nothing for her. Just sit here for a little while longer... Then, all this shit will be gone. Just like that. You'll be fine. She bit her tongue, forcing herself into a somewhat normal breathing pattern.

Soon, Kara couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her head away from the chair and opened her eyes once more. Fuck!, she thought to herself, starting to panic once more. Kara's vision was blurred. No, no, no, no, no. No! Not here! Not now! "Shit," she mumbled to herself, digging her nails into the edges of the armrests. I've got to fight this. This shouldn't be happening. I've been clear of these for years. I mean, I can't even think about the last time I had one. Kara bit down on her bottom lip, hard--she didn't even care if she made it bleed. She knew that Leslie would yell at her for biting her lip open like that, but that was the least of Kara's worries at that exact moment.

Kara got up out of the chair quickly--she staggered and almost lost her balance. Come on! You can do this! Fight this thing! She gripped onto the wall for support. This feeling will pass. It'll all be over in a moment. Just hang on, she tried to tell herself.

After a few more moments of her vision getting blurrier and blurrier as well as the pressure continuing to build up in her head, Kara sighed. There's no avoiding this, is there? It's gonna happen regardless. Lucky me. She sighed. Why? I haven't had one of these stupid things in years. I shouldn't be having this now... What did I do to deserve this? Gods, Dylan was right--the universe does hate me, huh?

"What kind of sick prank is this?" Kara mumbled under her breath. Well, universe? Answer me, dammit. Why? What made you decide to go through with this? Is this some cosmic karma? Kara felt a little guilt. Is this because I was a bit of an ass to Leslie? She swallowed. Shit. It is, isn't it?

Kara trembled again as she pressed her hand against the stone wall. Well, this is going to happen--and there's nothing I can do about it. She sighed again. I should probably get somewhere safer... Softer--a place with no sharp objects, she thought to herself as her vision went even more out of focus than it already had. I already had one major brain injury--the last thing I need is another.

Kara's hand lingered on the wall for a little bit more to support her as she looked around the room with blurred vision, desperate to find a safe place--it was all for naught though. Kara's vision was too impaired to make out anything in the room. Dammit!, she mentally cursed to herself.

Kara took a moment to try to think about what she could remember when it came to the layout of Leslie's dorm room--which, wasn't much at all. I slept near the window. It may have not been overly comfortable or even soft, but it was at the very least open and clear. That's where I need to go, she thought, solemnly.

Here goes nothing, Kara thought to herself as she pushed forward, slowly--she glided both of her hands against the wall to guide her due to her unclear line of sight to the window. She winced as the pressure in her head increased more--regardless of the pain, she pushed on. You need to hurry this up. You don't want to just drop down right where you are and go at it. Then she thought, come on. It shouldn't be too much farther. At most, maybe it's five more feet. You can do that.

Kara continued to run her hands against the walls, not caring if her hands got dirty. Almost there. I can feel it. You've got this. Kara felt her hand run across glass. The window! Bingo! You made it! She sighed. Now time for the pain... It'll happen any minute now.

Kara sighed yet again before she carefully laid down on the ground while still using the wall as a form of support--she made sure to push herself a safe distance away from the wall after laying down because she did not want to hit it. Ready to go back to hell?, her mind groaned. Kara winced very loudly when she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her head. Here we go.

The loud wincing noise that Kara had made had gotten Leslie's attention. Leslie looked up from the ground once more, looking out to where Kara was laying down. "Satuman?" Leslie's voice began to call out, sounding confused by the demon's actions. What in the world is she doing? Is this just some weird 'demon' thing? "Satuman?" She called again. "What the hell are you doing?"

Kara jerked a little.

"Satuman?" Leslie called again, still not quite getting off her bed yet.

Once more, Kara jerked--this time, it was more aggressive.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Leslie rolled her eyes.

After a few more aggressive jerks from Kara, Leslie stood. "Are you okay?" She asked, sounding a little concerned now.

There was no response.

Leslie took one step forward just to see Kara go into a seizure.