✿ 03
It is morning time in fair little Mayfield, and as Aerith is getting ready for her morning shift at the hospital--and expecting to have to take care of patients ailing from this mysterious epidemic--she is greeted by the suited men. Knowing all too well what this sort of garb usually means, she tries to run, but her arm is quickly snatched, and a syringe filled with some mystery liquid is injected into her arm; "For her own safety," they say.
Then they leave. Just as quickly as they barge off, the men leave, and, gripping her arm where they stuck her, her body shakes with the familiarity of all of this. "For her own safety," they said. It was something she heard before.
Standing there aghast, that was when it started, her chest felt tight, and each breath seemed to take more and more to draw in. Green eyes widening, she gripped a hand to her chest, managing to scream out.
"R-Roderich..!"
Whether or not he heard her was of little to no concern after that. Body feeling like a lead weight, down she went, muscles trembling and spasming as she curled up on the floor in the fetal position, lungs filled to the brim with nothing and heart like a rock in her chest.
She felt cold.
She knew this feeling.
She was dying.
[OOC: Anyone who wants to find her curled up on her own doorstop is more than welcome to. She's probably not gonna last long, though.]
Then they leave. Just as quickly as they barge off, the men leave, and, gripping her arm where they stuck her, her body shakes with the familiarity of all of this. "For her own safety," they said. It was something she heard before.
Standing there aghast, that was when it started, her chest felt tight, and each breath seemed to take more and more to draw in. Green eyes widening, she gripped a hand to her chest, managing to scream out.
"R-Roderich..!"
Whether or not he heard her was of little to no concern after that. Body feeling like a lead weight, down she went, muscles trembling and spasming as she curled up on the floor in the fetal position, lungs filled to the brim with nothing and heart like a rock in her chest.
She felt cold.
She knew this feeling.
She was dying.
[OOC: Anyone who wants to find her curled up on her own doorstop is more than welcome to. She's probably not gonna last long, though.]