; OFLAMENTS & KYWRDARIEL.
‘ lydia, i’m so glad you’re alright. ’ the coyote slipped herself into the chair beside her hospital bed, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the general smell of the hospital. strong cleaning formulas & sickly people filled the air. seeing lydia, covered in blood, nearly dying. the image was burned into her mind. & her whispered words to help tracy, ( to wake her up. ) she wanted to take her out, but lydia was so intent of the fact that tracy wasn’t aware of what she was doing. & still, she’d failed. tracy was killed.
















