I know nothing about 3.6 as i don’t wanna spoil myself with 3.6 but i fucking laugh every time how much Enigma just looks like the adult child who still stays with his parents, looking like a jobless college dropout while Greta mogging Enigma with her Adventurer getup, and looking so fucking handsome doing it.
Like Enigma looks like he has stayed in his parents house for 10 years doing nothing because he is jobless while Greta looks like a character from the Mummy.
Tags: the reader is sick and dies in the end/ the relationship between the reader and Semmelweis is up to your own interpretation.
A/n: idk why I wrote this. I guess I'm feeling a bit poetic tonight, or it's maybe because I'm trying to fully understand Semmelweis for future works.
Semmelweis with a sick reader who barely has enough strength to walk for more than half an hour but keeps insisting that one day they'll get better.
She understands how you feel. She has been there too, but unlike her, no miracle is going to save you.
She keeps her distance from you because your pain and forced smile are heavy stones piled inside her selfish heart.
She once asked you if you'd like to be like her an immortal being who lives in the shadows.
You refused politely, leaving her shocked and puzzled by your non hesitation in giving her an answer.
How strange you didn't have anything to lose after all.
There's a small chance of becoming infected, and even if your transformation succeeds, you'll have to go through immense pain first, but it would be temporary, unlike the one who is currently destroying your frail body.
And if it fails, you'll die...
... but it shouldn't have mattered since life seems to have been slowly abandoning you anyway.
No matter her persuasion, you would still stick with your decision.
She couldn't accept it.
Who in a sane state of mind would rather choose to stay inside their beautifully crafted lies and pointless hopes, waiting for some kind of miracle, than risk the last tragic moments of their pitiful destiny to take back what fate had stripped them of?
Anger and confusion followed her for days, weeks, and months observing you from afar until the day when you couldn't even stay awake for much time came.
Foolish and pathetic. Those were the words echoing in her mind every single night when she would guard in vain your unconscious body from your imminent doom.
She watched over you like an invisible guardian angel until all that was left was your name engraved on a cold stone.
