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It can be challenging to get used to the behaviour of th...
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"I hate you, I've always hated you..." "I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to make it hurt" "Oh how I miss the way you used to cry when I screamed at you, and it's going to get so much worse" "I'm going to get out, and I'm going to find you, and I'll give you... A real reason to cry"
Why would anyone care if he's brain dead? The guy is already brain dead, how much worse could it get? It's not some tragic event, who's going to waste time worrying about a guy who's dumber than a rock? He's probably happier now than he ever was. It's ridiculous to feel anything other than indifference. After all, he won't be contributing anything meaningful to any conversations. So why bother trying to understand him, or analyzing his condition?
Ahem. Except she did. And she was low-key furious.
[POINT OF VIEW FROM VERTIN'S SIDE]
Somewhere in this sterile place, Vertin waits, torn between anxiety and anger, desperate for answers about Ring's health. She knows she's made a mistake, one that has her so conflicted that she doesn't know whether to break down in tears or lash out. All she can feel right now is a deep, gnawing worry. She bites her nails, paces restlessly, and wrings her hands, struggling to maintain her composure. Her mind keeps racing back to the moment everything changed about Ring had been the one to intervene, to try to stop the chaos, but only ended up getting hurt in the process.
He's not dead. He can't be. He's just... incapacitated... Right?
Finally, the door to the ward opens, and Mesmer Jr. steps out, her face a study in neutrality, with unsettling aura about the way she stands there, her arms crossed, as though she's debating whether to show empathy or remain distant. Vertin's heart skips a beat, and she rushes forward, unable to mask her desperation.
"So? How is he?" Vertin started with a slight trembling voice, displaying the anxiety she's trying to keep under control.
Mesmer doesn't immediately respond. She just stands there, watching Vertin carefully for a moment before she speaks, and replied:
