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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Echo squirmed in her seat, Ash shook his head, it was clear he did not want to play games, but was content to merely watch. Somehow, she was not losing, but she wasn't winning either. Angel was in the lead, seeming to have the fastest reaction time out of all of them. Echo was not certain where she was, but it was clear that Allison's pile of cards was the largest, meaning that she was coming in last. "Dinner time," the nurses called as Elliot came in, with Oliver trailing behind him, looking grumpier than usual. Echo stiffened, looking at her lap. "We hope you all enjoyed your recreational time today," he clapped his hands together, careful to do so quietly so as not to startle any of the patients. It seemed that their game time had come to an end, as the nurse grabbed the handles of the wheelchair to bring them to their dining room.
She was still bound to soft liquids, the nasal tube delivering most, if not all, of her nutrition. "Y-ye-yeah, le-let-s d-o-do o-ou-our be-best." Echo agreed nervously as a bowl of soup was set down before her. She wrung out her hands, picking up the spoon and swallowing hard. "I-I c-ca-can d-d-do th-this." Echo whispered, taking the first sip. She wanted to gag, the taste and warmth reminding her of blood in her mouth. It was slow progress, but Echo managed to take five sips before she began to cough and choke, unable to go further. "It's alright, you did your best," the nurse rubbed her back, attempting to reassure her. Whispers of her failure filled her head, she could hear them whispering, laughing at her at how pathetic she was.
Echo looked guiltily over at Flo, to see how she was progressing. "I-I th-thi-thin-think I-I'm go-gon-gonn-gonna g-go to be-bed." Echo whispered, "Go-goo-good n-ni-night." The nurse took the handles to take Echo to her room, tucking her in for the night. Echo fell asleep to the tune of her normal nightmares, revisiting everything bad in her life and waking up feeling rather restless. The door to her room creaked open, Shiro poking her head inside. "Oh, you're awake? Good, Director Wei wants me to take you in for some tests." She helped Echo get up and changed, then put her in the wheelchair, taking her to the elevator to go down to the medical floors.
Wei was waiting there, hoping to oversee the tests himself. Elliot too, was there. The sun was just rising, they were doing this early so as to give themselves enough time. "Wh-why a-ar-are yo-yo-you bo-bo-bot-both he-her-here?" Echo asked softly, growing nervous. Was something wrong? Had she not been making enough progress? Were they going to move her somewhere else? Her breath quickened, luckily Elliot recognized the signs. He knelt down to her height, his expression gentle. "Don't worry, we're just running some tests to see if you can be part of a new program." A new program? Echo squirmed, Wei took it from there. "It's a recovery program, one that would help speed up your progress, at least physically. The mental aspect, of course, is something that will take time. Do you remember after being poisoned, you helped Ellen and I with a little project?" Echo nodded, she remembered the pain, of course.
"This is similar, but we've taken that data and refined it, so now we're going to see if we can use it again."