Nika woke before Ryder. It was raining, not a thunder storm, but just a good heavy downpour. She went to the fridge and grabbed a blood bag after taking a shower and finding fresh clothes, thinking about their fight. Not just the physical fight, but their verbal fight as well. I can't loose him. She thought as she sat on the couch. She let the blood bag slip from her fingers and fall to the floor, spilling out in a puddle of blood. She watched the rain trickle down the window, letting the clouds do the crying for her.