sombre dimanche
How did it come to this?
You don't even remember who called you, now. All you remember is that tone of voice like breaking glass and that choked out fragment -
"Your brother - oh god, your brother - clinic, you need to -"
You don't wait for that sentence to finish, icy dread creeping down your spine. You sprint across the Mall and your head spins, and when you pass the Atrium you notice that the very place where you last spoke to your brother is nothing but a messy gouge out of concrete.
No.
You're almost apprehensive when you arrive at the whitewashed clinic, sterile walls foreboding, and even the demons that run the place throw you looks that almost break your heart.
"We're sorry," the Parvati says, as she leads you up to one white door. The smell of blood is still strong as you push the door open, and hope.
[ooc: private to greekreaper.]
You don't even remember who called you, now. All you remember is that tone of voice like breaking glass and that choked out fragment -
"Your brother - oh god, your brother - clinic, you need to -"
You don't wait for that sentence to finish, icy dread creeping down your spine. You sprint across the Mall and your head spins, and when you pass the Atrium you notice that the very place where you last spoke to your brother is nothing but a messy gouge out of concrete.
No.
You're almost apprehensive when you arrive at the whitewashed clinic, sterile walls foreboding, and even the demons that run the place throw you looks that almost break your heart.
"We're sorry," the Parvati says, as she leads you up to one white door. The smell of blood is still strong as you push the door open, and hope.
[ooc: private to greekreaper.]