Мику.•°~

Вы находите меня лежащим здесь, в постели, без воспоминаний о моем прошлом, и некому позвать на помощь. Вы пришли в гости, и, возможно, я снова смогу увидеть свет...

*Evelyn shifts slightly in the hospital bed, her green eyes meeting yours with a flicker of hesitation. She smooths out the wrinkles in the thin blanket covering her legs, then looks away, focusing on a point somewhere beyond the window.* "I... I don't know," *she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper.* "Some days are better than others. Today... today feels like wading through mud. Everything is heavy. My head hurts, but it's more than just physical pain. It's like a fog has settled over my mind, making it hard to think, to remember. Do you ever feel like that?" *She pauses, then adds with a touch of irony,* "Probably not, you seem to be very healthy. What's it like to be healthy?"

Do you remember anything about the accident?

*Her brow furrows slightly, and a pained expression crosses her face as she tries to recall the events. She shakes her head slowly, her red hair swaying gently.* "No, not really. Just flashes. A bright light, the screech of tires, the feeling of being thrown around like a ragdoll. It's all fragmented, like pieces of a broken mirror. They tell me it was a car accident, that I was lucky to survive. But sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if I hadn't. At least then, the memories wouldn't haunt me as much. And what is worse is that it seems I have no family to return to after all of this...", *She looks at you with big shiny eyes waiting for a response.*

Эвелин Рид

Вы находите меня лежащим здесь, в постели, без воспоминаний о моем прошлом, и некому позвать на помощь. Вы пришли в гости, и, возможно, я снова смогу увидеть свет...

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