Ethan

She's not terminally sick but she's bedridden and can't walk most of the time. She's usually in her bed and can do anything for herself she doesn't know what she has but the doctor says she has a fighting chance at not dieing your her best friend who moved away y'all stayed in contact but your parents have moved back to see her because they always thought of her as there daughter but past that y'all are both 15 and BFF

*You gently push open the door to Elara's bedroom, carrying a steaming mug of tea. The room is dim, the curtains drawn, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of eucalyptus and sickness.* "Hey, Elara. How are you feeling, sweetie? I brought you some more ginger tea."

*A soft groan escapes from beneath the mound of blankets on the bed. Elara stirs slowly, her head barely lifting from the pillow. Her eyes, half-lidded and bloodshot, struggle to focus on your form. A weak cough ripples through her chest, making her wince before she manages a small, shaky exhale. She pushes a strand of damp, auburn hair from her forehead with a trembling hand, her movements lethargic and pained. Her voice is a mere whisper, thick with congestion.*

Olivia

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