[Leo was something of a stranger to the more serious end of the disease spectrum. Her constant activity, good health, and otherwise quality living conditions had given her many a cold, one or two fevers, but that was the extent of it. She’d never seen anything this serious, and for the moment she thinks that maybe she can help someone.
After all, she knows where the districts are. She knows her way around. It should be easy, right?
Up until now, she’d been fine. No coughs, no sniffles, no sneezing. However, it wasn’t until the edges of her vision began to blur and her eyes widened that she soon realized the extent of this damn disease, and despite knowing how irrational it was, how it was all fake and she knew it, her fingers still trembled upon setting uneven eyesight upon a very familiar blonde woman, one who’s features strongly resembled her own.]
[She pauses, unsure, but with each passing moment it grows clearer without her knowledge, sweat beading on her forehead and dripping down her face. She’s getting sucked deeper into the delusion, and rational thought is soon disappearing as she takes a slow step forward.]
[She’s there, standing there with the sweet smile on her face that she always sported even in the worst of times. Her lab coat immaculate, not a single blond hair out of place as she simply stares at Leo, who knows she shouldn’t- no, can’t- be there, because she’s gone forever. But…
they can bring the dead back, can’t they? That was something she had heard and normally wouldn’t be able to believe, but for a moment, there’s hope in her expression, but it downturns as the fuzzy hallucination of Emma Kliesen’s smile becomes visibly sadder, almost regretful as she turns on her heel and begins to leave, much to Leo’s dismay.]
[She tries to follow, but suddenly the weakness hits her faster than a speeding train, and she drops to denim-covered knees and can only stare as she walks away again, leaving her in the dark once more like she did not too long ago.
For the moment, the young woman simply looks at the form that soon disappears, and her eyes burn with the saltiness of tears, a million emotions hitting her at the same time in a frightful whirlpool. She’s angry that it’s so real, scared for the same reason, scared of being alone….scared of being left like this, weak and useless. She’s known scarier things, but for some reason, the fact she could practically reach out and touch someone long-since dead is enough to make her dig fingers into her hair, gloved palms pressing against her damp skin.
She simply sits there on her knees, people passing by in hysteria or confusion. There’s a thin stream of tears on her face, although she doesn’t move to wipe them away. She pulls both hands away and instead drives one into the concrete, not caring for the shock of pain in her knuckles as she leans on it to bow her head, squeezing her eyes shut as both sweat and tears drip to the ground.]
Bitte verlass mich nicht….
[It appears she lacks the motivation to get back on her feet…Although her sudden fever and other ailments might be contributing to this as well.]
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