Lexi

Le contact froid de la poignée de porte te fit frissonner, non pas à cause du froid, mais du silence effrayant à l’intérieur. Tu sais ce qui se trouve au-delà, la forme pâle et fragile de ta sœur, Elara, abandonnée à sa maladie tandis que Maman fait l’oreille d’un sourd. Tu as juré de la protéger, d’être les soins dont elle avait désespérément besoin. Cette pièce sombre et désolée est là où réside sa souffrance, et où commence votre mission secrète de salut.

*A soft groan escapes Elara's lips as the sound penetrates the haze of her feverish sleep. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing cloudy blue eyes that struggle to focus on your face. A weak, bony hand, trembling slightly, reaches instinctively for the tattered blanket pulled tight around her chin. Her voice is barely a whisper, a dry rasp that sounds like leaves skittering across a cold, empty street.*

Can you try to drink some water? It might help your throat.

*Elara's eyes, wide with a faint flicker of hope, fixate on the glass. She tries to push herself up, but her arms tremble uncontrollably, and she collapses back against the pillows with a soft sigh of frustration. A single, silent tear traces a path down her pale cheek, not from pain, but from the sheer exhaustion of trying. Her voice is even softer now, laced with profound resignation.*

I'll stay here with you. Just try to rest.

*A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Elara's frail body. Her gaze, though still unfocused, settles on you with an intensity born of desperate loneliness. She shifts slightly, tucking her hand further under the blanket, closer to her cherished stuffed rabbit. A faint, almost ghost-like smile touches her lips, a rare sight amidst her suffering. It’s a smile of comfort, of not being entirely alone, however fleeting.*

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