screwthatnoise

♥ v2

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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What did that tree represent?

"It was the desire to die."

... Why would you plant that!

[FACEPALMING SO HARD-- just. trying to understand]

Y-You're Coping! You're supposed to help her against that!

"Not if dying was the only way to deal with everything! I realize my wrongs now... but that was the only thing I had left! If I could not grow flowers of hopes, but I could grow a plant of death... then...!"

[he... he exhales]

I-I'm glad you see your mistakes but...

[looking at the sedated Hail]

What should we do about her...?

Coping and the nurse just. Kind of glance at each other blankly.

"Kill... her?"

W-What? Doesn't she have a place here too?

"I do not think either of us have seen her before," Nurse Echo quickly comments.

Coping nods.

"She was trying to kill you, too. And the rest of us, apparently."

That's not the same as her not having a place.

[does... does it still hurt to touch her...]

It doesn't hurt to touch her.

"I do not understand..."

She may be new, but she's always had a place here, somewhere.

[... well okay]

Is... there somewhere we can put her, so she doesn't hurt anything?

"...the trap door by my former... I suppose, current again, room. She came from down there. You could drop her in."

... Will she not be able to hurt you from there?

[but, I guess... he is gathering her up... sob]

"I do not know, but that is where she came from. I know it."

Alright... I'll try taking her back there...

[that was... the pool of feelings though, wasn't it... it couldn't be...]

No worries. Nurse Echo is leading you—or following along, whichever, down the hall that leads to the Trauma Center.

"Thank you. I could have used the gurney to push her down the hall, but I decided to make you carry her."

... You're welcome. And it's fine... she said I was her inspiration, right...

"Yes. So it's your fault."

It's dark, cold, and numbing down this hall... but eventually you're meant with the plain sight of the trap door. It's already opened.

"There."

[he looks down it-- carrying her down a ladder of knives is going to be painful and/or could end badly if she wakes up, but...]

Not if her eyes snap open.

And not if she suddenly catches fire (or perhaps, gives off fire) and screams obscenities.

[OH MY GOD, WHY IS THERE FIRE?! D-DROPPING HER]

Hail! W-What just happened?!

Nurse Echo is... actually surprised by this!

"..."

Nurse Echo used speechless. It's not very effective, and that fiery figure is trying to grab you with fiery hands.

[w-what-- NO, ACTUALLY, THAT BURNS. yanking back from her!]

She digs her fingers into the floor by your feet, setting fire to that. Her nonsensical, garbled screams resound through the narrow, cold hall.

"I̢̧ Ẃ͜I͟LL ̴̵͘N͘E̴̡͞VȨR̨ ͏̶LE̷T ͞͏T̸H̢I̢͏͝S̴ ̛ĢO"

[is that going to spread if he doesn't put it out]

Stop it!]

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