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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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You're missing your shirt, which is sitting on the side of the bed, and there are bandages secured tightly over your wound. If you press too hard where you were stabbed you will feel pain.

Nurse Echo looks at him.

"I did. Because that is my job. How do you feel?"

[ He winces a little when he does, in fact, press too hard. ]

Like I just got stabbed.

She looks over a clipboard with mild interest.

"You were just stabbed, yes. Was it Zwei? I found you in the former trauma center."

I'm pretty sure it was Zwei, yeah.

[ And then he frowns a little. ]

But it's weird, Zwei's usually more psycho-happy than that.

"...hm. Odd."

Nurse Echo scribbles something on the clipboard.

"How is my treatment?"

Well, I'm alive. So I'd call that a job well done.

[ He gives her a thumbs up. ]

She returns the thumbs-up.

"Good. How did it feel to die?"

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Fucking painful. What do you think?

...Nurse Echo taps her chin in thought.

"But I had the impression that being dead was possibly a great thing. Frightening, but in the long run... worth it."

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[ He shrugs, a bit impatiently. ]

How would I know? I've never managed to stay dead.

[ Then he pauses. He regards Nurse Echo a little more seriously. ]

I didn't know that you thought about death that seriously, beyond what happens in games.

"I think a lot about death. The reasons. The pain behind it. That's why I'm here."

That's pretty morbid, you know.

"Somebody has to take care of it. And that is me. Nurse Hail."

Have you considered not thinking about dying?

"Thinking about dying is my purpose... but enough of that. Dying is not that big of a problem."

The nurse walks over to that weird gurney to inspect the body laying on that.

Dying is a huge—

[ His voice trails off as he finally notices the corpse. ]

Who is that?

She ignores you question and examines the body.

"The one who helps Hail cope. Or was supposed to help. She died earlier today."

[ His eyes widen. ]

She died?!

[ Then he looks at Nurse Hail, his tone urgent. ]

Can you bring her back?

She scoffs.

"She is not dead anymore. She has been revived. But she is sleeping right now."

Well, that's a relief. Someone like her, she's bound to be important.

[ He walks over to look at her, grabbing Janta before he moves away. ]

But how did she die?

"She really isn't important..."

Nurse Echo sighs and gives Janta a pointed look. Janta just looks back at her and tilts his head.

Nurse Echo looks back and you.

"I do not know how. It looks like someone took a blunt object to her head."

Of course she's important, she's part of Hail. And everyone needs to be able to cope somehow.

[ He pauses. ]

That sounds like some kind of metaphorical bullshit, but I'll bite. Do you know if anything bad's happened to her recently?

"It's okay now because I am helping her cope."

She puts some thought into this answer...

"Many things? That is all I can say. I do not leave this room. But I found a dead person in the garden outside of the building, which should not be possible because Zwei cannot leave. And I found Coping in the garden, too. I think it might be linked."

Why would Hail's avatar of death help her with co... ping...

[ His eyes go wide for a moment, then he shuts them and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Well, shit.

Nurse Echo tilts her head. Not in confusion, but in interest.

"But it is okay now that coping is reviving. Maybe she just needed to be taught a lesson... after all. The dying plants in this room. They are her doing."

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