#coolsv1lle

morbid curiosity, accepting !

she's been laying in bed for hours, nothing but darkness & silence surrounding her. head has been splintering all day & she had two nose bleeds that felt never ending. she rolls onto her side, facing where fred sat on her bed in the darkness. three empty water glasses are sat atop her nightstand next to her glasses & she reaches over to grab the remote to flick her tv on. she needed some kind of light so she could see the blond, but knew her regular lights would reignite the migraine that's finally simmered enough that she can move without wanting to cry in agony. " it was ... it was really bad, fred. " frown pulls on velma's lips as she takes a pillow & settles it into his lap before resting her head there. " i ... i don't know why this keeps happening. it gets so bad that i can't move, i can't do anything but sleep it off. " she exhales softly, looking up at him with pain etched onto her features. for someone that knows pretty much everything, this has the girl stumped.

she's sat in the back of the mystery machine, scooby's head in her lap while a book about hauntings is open in her hands. a book she's been reading over the last hour while the gang are searching for clues in some worn down & abandoned arcade. she volunteered to be on scooby watch this time. even when shaggy protested, saying he could come with. ultimately, they decided it may not be safe for a dog, so someone had to sit with him. the itchy orange carpet is scratching her legs & she's about to get up when the back door opens. " hey, did you find anything ? " velma questions with an arched brow, closing the book on her page before pushing her glasses up.