60th Draw has no title?! :O [Voice]
[Somehow, despite being sick as a dog and stuck in bed at the battle dome clinic, Selphie's wrestled her journal away from people who are more content to have her sleeping the days away. But at least now, she can kind of sit up with the help of another person and a couple pillows. She's determined not to let Malaria keep her down forever and well, despite her voice not being horribly strong, it's still cheerful.
Yeah, the past draft was awful and she didn't even remember getting bitten by any mosquitos but there she was, under the watchful eye of the clinic staff and its volunteers.]
Hey everybody! Uh well... I meant to say something sooner but I've been sick again and stuck in bed and all that but the point of this is to let everybody know that I'm back and I'm still in once piece. I'm just... not allowed out of bed at the moment and I'm probably gonna take another nap after this but I'm not gonna let a bug keep me down and even though the last round of fighting was something short of awful for everybody who went.
What I'm saying is to not let it keep you down in the dumps.
[Don't mind her... she's just gonna yawn here. Her partially recharged batteries just ran out of juice.]
For now... I'm gonna back to sleep.
[If anyone comes to check up on her, Selphie closes her journal before she quickly falls back asleep. The journal slips off the bed and onto the floor.]
Yeah, the past draft was awful and she didn't even remember getting bitten by any mosquitos but there she was, under the watchful eye of the clinic staff and its volunteers.]
Hey everybody! Uh well... I meant to say something sooner but I've been sick again and stuck in bed and all that but the point of this is to let everybody know that I'm back and I'm still in once piece. I'm just... not allowed out of bed at the moment and I'm probably gonna take another nap after this but I'm not gonna let a bug keep me down and even though the last round of fighting was something short of awful for everybody who went.
What I'm saying is to not let it keep you down in the dumps.
[Don't mind her... she's just gonna yawn here. Her partially recharged batteries just ran out of juice.]
For now... I'm gonna back to sleep.
[If anyone comes to check up on her, Selphie closes her journal before she quickly falls back asleep. The journal slips off the bed and onto the floor.]