it’s time isn’t it

*Laeta* · 11-22-2021, 04:08 PM

In some ways, Laeta was fortunate to not be fully in reality all of the time. Her condition was agonizing, the pain unbearable at times, and sore and uncomfortable at its best. Sometimes it could be perceived as a blessing, cruel as that sounded, to forget gaps of time and to have her memory seemingly erased every while. In her dreams, her family, particularly her mother visited her, talking and talking. They said all the words they never said to her in their lives, and when Lae still lived in her birth pack. While her siblings and father urged her to "come home" - even in her state, she knew what that meant - her mother begged her to fight. Stay in this world, horrible as it was, and fight. Don't let the ooze consume her life, and certainly not her soul, which her mother said was as brilliant and bright as the day she was born. A star that refused to burn out, and a star that continued to shine even in the darkest of times. The monochromatic woman held onto those fragmented dreams and memories dearly, tethering her to the living and the dead, giving her some shred of hope. Though it was difficult, when her lungs were lined with the bioluminescent fluid, making it hard to take in a breath, and her face was slicked with the stuff, too. Her fever raged despite Syanna's treatment, and the fear that her body was shutting down despite her determination to live on was growing by the day. Not that she could tell time much anymore, with each hour as lightless as the last.

Her friend came into the room, but maintained a safe distance, which eased the woman greatly. Sota had the kind heart of the other pack members, and she felt fortunate to be here. She could only imagine what would happen if she'd lived in a different pack, where they weren't so keen on caring for a paralyzed and sick wolf, or worse..left for dead in the loner lands. Her stomach twisted uneasily at the thought, but the small male in the room kept her present. Visits from the pack members who weren't sick, or at least, less severely affected, lifted her spirits even for a little while. Through the relentless flow of glowing ooze, a soft smile continued to crack her lips, as pained as her expression was.

"I thought you might like some company. Or I could bring you something- anything you need, say the word and I'll fetch it," Sota had said. Melis busied himself about the room, quietly muttering to himself about how he needed to tidy the place. He did not wish to intrude upon the wolves' conversation, especially because Lae's lucidity was a rare moment these days. "I only need someone to..be here.." She wheezed hoarsely. "But I won't..keep you..if you worry about..getting infected.." After all, infection was getting all the more likely for the pack, as many of them were affected - or so she heard from her companion, who had done his own recon through the castle. Many members had fallen ill, and there was no telling when casualties would eventually begin to rise. Maybe it seemed selfish for her to enjoy Sota's presence, but she craved the company of another wolf. Melis was of great help, but he could be a bit..well, anxious. And Sota was relatively level-headed, or so he appeared. She gave off a few muffled, rattling coughs, with more liquid pooling down her lips. She reached to the bowl next to her to spit out another clump of gunk, her ruby eyes glancing at her friend with an almost shameful look. She didn't want to be a burden to the pack, even if they were all willing to help. But she spent little time pitying herself, as it was a waste of her own energy and helped little.

Her ruby eyes glazed over for a few seconds, as if she had zoned out, and when she slowly blinked the ooze from her orbs, she glanced at Sota again. This time, the lucidity she'd upheld had faded, as did her memory of him entering the room. "Sota..?" She recalled his name at least, but appeared confused."When did you..come in here?" It was that tone of gratitude and warmth she held in her hoarse, ooze-clogged voice, but she had no recollection of him coming into the room. The ooze's side effects were, yet again, merciless.

"Speech"

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