Via grinned insanely at Met. "Ofcourse I know that I'm bleeding, darling. I heard you were supposed to too. But," she pressed a hand against his side where he had hurt himself the previous day and saw him strain not to wince, "only an old scratch bothering you. How come?" Met told her kindof what had happened and Via grinned again. "I would have loved to se that stunt, oh and ofcourse your halfnaked body covered with bruises. Shame you faked them." She shook her head and looked him from tip to toe. Seemingly mumnbeling to herself she said "I guess some are just to weak to take it." But she knew he heard, that was the point. Smiling her wicked half-smile she tapped the door to the nurse and slid inside, not taking her eyes of Met's until the door was closed, all the while a maniacal glare in her emerald orbs. The nurse tended to her wounds with practiced movements while she spoke in a, to Via, unfriendly cold voice. Sure, the nurse might be good, but for some reason she did not like Via at all, but Via did not care. "You're skinny, girl, you need to eat more." Via didn't listen just said "mhm...", uninterested of the subject." I mean it. You're still pretty, but if you continue like this you'll get weak, your body will take strength from your muscles and you wont be able to fight, as we all know you're so fond of." Via grunted in answer. She knew all that allready, she just hadn't had any appetite when taking greenity. "I did eat pancakes for breakfast today..." The nurse stood up while Via took on tyhe clean clothes she had been given. "Well then I want you to write down everything you eat in this book and show it to me at the end of the week. If need be I'll have to put you on a diet concisting of more than chocolate." "More than chocolate but still chocolate right?" "Ah, so that's your weakness? Well we'll see, if you eat anything more than that, it should be okay. Now go, you have classes to attend to, don't you?" Via grunted again. "I guess so...bye." She closed the door behind her and saw that Met was still outside. "What's the matter with you? Want to carry my bag or what?" The half-smile slid on again. "Miss Biatch in there want's me to go eat. I wouldn't do it if I weren't hungry. But can you belive it? She f*cking wants me to write a bloody diary over what I eat! Curse that green shit for ever entering my life..." The last part she mumbled, not thinking of that she maybe shouldn't tell Met, he would surely get it out all over school. But did that really matter? "Well anyways I'm off for the cafeteria. You comming?"