Multicoloredspirit

She sat on the toilet, looking at the blood soaked pad between her knees. It was heavier this time around, and brighter. It was almost fluorescent under the bathroom light, nearly pink in its brightness. It was day 4 and not starting to slow down, the smell of rotting blood and viscera contained in old pads were starting to come from the bathroom bin, it would need to be emptied soon. She felt a clot fall from her and into the toilet, grimacing at the sensation she finished peeing and folded sheets of toilet paper to wipe. She huffed quietly at the blood coating her hand and wrist, grabbed more paper and cleaned it off. Throwing the stained

She sat on the toilet, looking at the blood soaked pad between her knees. It was heavier this time around, and brighter. It was almost fluorescent under the bathroom light, nearly pink in its brightness. It was day 4 and not starting to slow down, the smell of rotting blood and viscera contained in old pads were starting to come from the bathroom bin, it would need to be emptied soon. She felt a clot fall from her and into the toilet, grimacing at the sensation she finished peeing and folded sheets of toilet paper to wipe. She huffed quietly at the blood coating her hand and wrist, grabbed more paper and cleaned it off. Throwing the stained

Bruce had left a note. Tony was grateful for that. He really didn't have anything left to be grateful for anymore but at least he had that. I would say I'm sorry for leaving Stark Tower but I'm not. It was a small sheet of paper, inconspicuously taped to the front of Tony's most frequently used tablet. Nothing set it apart, nothing to say this was the paper that would rip Tony's heart in two. Just a regular piece of paper, out of place in the high tech lab, with small stains marking Bruce's tears. I am sorry for leaving you though. Tony had heard Bruce get up in the middle of the night. It was normal, really. If he couldn't sleep or su