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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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Feelings everywhere, man. Nurse Echo just clenches her fists.

"I accepted that death is not the answer. Dying... dying seems to be terrifying. But then, I was approached with the idea that death is acceptable in certain situations. But then, I realized that death is still terrifying. I am still struggling to figure out when it is acceptable... but, that is, it should be acceptable in the end. Right? The very end."

She sighs after this long ramble.

"I cannot even make sense of this. I am still struggling, too."

[oh, I will let Emil take this]

I don't think dying is acceptable, not the way you're thinking of it.

[h...hand on her shoulder]

I'm... I'm really glad you're still thinking, instead of just agreeing with that.

The nurse is quiet at first, noting that shift in conversation partners.

"Not the way I am thinking of it? So there is another way to look at it."

Yeah. I don't think it's acceptable to just give up and determine that it's okay because life seems too much.

"Because life seems like too much... You really... don't understand, then. Determining if life is too much—now that I have reclaimed that role from Coping, I understand now."

She looks right at him.

"But I do not think you would understand how much is too much for Hail, Emil."

That's the thing-- I understand a lot better than you might think.

I just think... you're undercutting your own accomplishments, Hail.

"What do you mean?"

[inhale-- exhale]

You tackled your own problems in a way I don't have the nerve to, even defeating your feelings for Vincent.

You've kept records of everything that's happened in Aather... Even if it's just what people did, that's still important and not many people have the dedication to do something like that.

You were a way bigger part of the Jabberwock thing that I was... And even little things, like the amount of friends you have...

She's still. Her cold expression softens and she relaxes her clenched hands.

No, there's nothing she can really say to that.

... So I think you should decide differently. Life is definitely worth living. Even...

Even if I hurt you.

The nurse still can't speak. Either something's going through her head, or she just can't find the right words.

However, the body on the gurney begins to stir.

[he glances over, and approaches cautiously...]

Hail...?

Coping sits up and—upon seeing you—she just places her hands over her face and screams.

But Nurse Echo is rushing to her side. With a syringe. Those fix everything.

Edited (just a belated typo!! i noticed!!) 2013-07-31 22:30 (UTC)

[flinches-- should have expected that actually...]

I-I'm sorry!

It's okay. Nurse Echo has injected Coping with something to calm her down, and she does. Just as planned. With that, the nurse steps away, allowing Coping to process you a bit more clearly.

"...why are you here? Why?"

There's desperate urgency in her tone.

[because hearts-----

Okay, he isn't sure how he should answer that. So he goes for the honest answer]

I want to help...

"You... you want to help me? I can help myself—"

She scrambles. She runs her hands over her dress, looking for something.

"Where is it?"

Where's what...?

[sorry brosis but I think the fact that you are alive means that you can't help yourself a bit...

But he thinks he knows-- is there a feeling coming off that blue flower he nabbed earlier??]

"The second thing I managed to grow..."

Yes—in fact, a strong feeling of hope radiates from that blue flower.

[oh she can have that FOR SURE.

He pulls it from his inventory and offers it to her]

Ratatosk grabbed it while you were... [he stumbles over the word, but it's okay.]

It's... Really pretty.

She takes it and handles it like it's the most precious thing.

"This was the first and last thing I managed to grow..."

... I don't think you're done growing things. I hope you aren't.

Her eyes suddenly widen in shock.

"Outside—I had grown a tree...!"

She hops off of the gurney (what even) and darts for the doorway.

[what even--]

A tree? W-Wait!

[how bad are his feet still, can she escape him, and resign him to seeing other parts of the heart?]

She grabs your hand as she runs past you, and tries pulling you along. Your feet are fine now, or at least, the pain doesn't stop you from walking by any means. It's a dull ache now.

But she is making to run for the outside.

Re: ...?

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Re: ...?

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