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being an overall boss on the battlefield to my list of
massively disappointed when I drown or suffocate.
awesomeness, I still really want to weave; it’s who I
That does raise the morbid question of which will get
am. I never thought that this experience would lead
to me first, lack of oxygen or...well, lack of oxygen.
to an identity crisis. To be honest, I’d never thought
I guess it doesn’t really matter, I’d still be dead. I’ve
I’d even be in this situation, so who am I to talk?
been told not to think about my own death too much.
To add to my ever growing list of complaints,
Apparently it’s “unhealthy for a recovering patient
the doctors still don’t know what’s wrong with me
to think like that.” Thank you Nurse Diagnosis for
and they’ve taken the time to ignore the fact that I’m
those inspirational words, I feel better already.
turning green; not the “you look like you’re gonna
In the event that she’s actually right and not
throw up green,” the actual “toxic and it’s going to
innocently optimistic - which I doubt she is, because
kill you green.” The same color that the Ymir was.
no medical professional is innocent - I’ll let you in on a
I guess that I should feel better about it; either it
little secret. There has been an awful lot of screaming
means that I’m dying faster and it won’t be much
and running going on outside my room. I can’t actually
longer, or I’m adapting to the toxin and should get
hear anything, besides the occasional intercom
better soon. The other major change is that my
announcement about a floor-wide pandemic. If I
skin feels tight and kinda hard; at least it does
hadn’t been on a battlefield a few days ago, I would
where I can still feel - I’m paralyzed, remember.
have said that it sounded just like one out there. There
I want to confront the staff about this, but,
were screaming people, lots of rushed footsteps,
awkwardly enough, they haven’t been in to see me
the occasional lapse of silence that makes everyone
since the Nurse first started running tests. Speaking
realize how high the stakes are, and, I’m assuming,
of which the Nurse still hasn’t come to drain my
a lot of messy deaths. Makes me wish that I could
lungs. I’m actually kind of worried, ‘cuz it’s been
actually move, I miss the stressed atmosphere.
almost two hours since I started ranting on this
You know what? Screw it. I’m going to
piece of paper and it’s getting kinda hard to breathe.
find out what’s going on if I have to drag myself
Strangely enough, my fingers, which were shaking
out the door to do it. I’ve had enough bed rest
so hard at the beginning that this whole writing thing
and if I’m going to die, I may as well do it on the
was nearly impossible, have settled down enough
move. It’s embarrassing to die lying down. Wish
that they just sort of twitch when I’m not paying
me luck. Or don’t; it doesn’t matter to me. ■
By Helena Wachhaus
attention. I can’t tell whether that’s a good thing
or not; I could be getting better, but I could also be
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