Aug 22, 2019
@regdelete
there were in the hospital wing of the mansion, a large bed full of machines and housing a young child in the center of it. an odd looking helmet was over her head, a dragon plushie in her arms. an older brunette was asleep next to her while a black haired teen sat at the end of the bed, a book in her hands.
“this is the day i die,” illyana said, her voice light as if she’s telling a joke. yep that’s me, seven years old and dying of a virus no one can cure except here i am, alive! a true comedy. it’s always easier to joke about her past than actually look deeply at it.
