Ramon meekly totters out of the elevator as well, arms wrapped tightly around himself, face downcast and tears still streaming down his cheeks. The phantom of his brother is still close behind, taunting him, belittling him, telling him how he's going to die in this hospital and become what it is he fears most. Why did he ever come here? What compelled him to ever seek out this awful place?
When they enter this new room, Ramon gags at the smell, his hands moving from his sides to clamp over his mouth.
"Whassamatter, are you gonna hurl?" the ghostly, mangled Diego sneers. Ramon only squeezes his eyes shut and retches again behind his hands, louder and hard enough to make his whole body heave.
And then the toe of his shoe bumps into something and he cracks one eye open. Through the haze of tears, he can distinctly make out a face. There's a bloodied woman's head looking up at him in dull shock.
Widge certainly doesn't begrude him that. Hell, he kind of wants to throw up himself. He has never, ever, EVER seen anything this horrifying in his entire life. He never wants to see anything like this again.
The screams, however, have stopped. At least for now. Were they real? He doesn't know.
It's awhile before Ramon does any semblence of pulling himself together. In that sense, he just finally has nothing left to throw up and hastily wipes off his lips and hurries over to where Widge is. Stay close to the living person, stay close to the only thing that makes you certain they're not going to get you...
So here's hoping the deputy doesn't mind that hand that's clamped onto his sleeve in a deathgrip, no pun intended in the least. He's crying still, of course, but it's a hitching, gasping sort of crying. No excessive being noisy from this poor fellow.
"N-N-Necesitamos...s-salir de este l-lugar..." Spanish, Widge? Do you speak it?
No, sir, Widge does NOT speak Spanish. But that won't stop him from being grumpy. "Look, kid, you really need to calm down for a minute. Okay?" Easier said than done, Deputy Dog.
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When they enter this new room, Ramon gags at the smell, his hands moving from his sides to clamp over his mouth.
"Whassamatter, are you gonna hurl?" the ghostly, mangled Diego sneers. Ramon only squeezes his eyes shut and retches again behind his hands, louder and hard enough to make his whole body heave.
And then the toe of his shoe bumps into something and he cracks one eye open. Through the haze of tears, he can distinctly make out a face. There's a bloodied woman's head looking up at him in dull shock.
He vomits.
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The screams, however, have stopped. At least for now. Were they real? He doesn't know.
Oh, hello. There's a note on the door.
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So here's hoping the deputy doesn't mind that hand that's clamped onto his sleeve in a deathgrip, no pun intended in the least. He's crying still, of course, but it's a hitching, gasping sort of crying. No excessive being noisy from this poor fellow.
"N-N-Necesitamos...s-salir de este l-lugar..." Spanish, Widge? Do you speak it?
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