Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170505190644

It took Leon absolutely everything to not break down right there and then.

On his left, he could see his own fiance physically mutilated and obviously drowning in pain while to the right he could see Wendy, a child nonetheless, suffering on the bed, her tiny, tiny, form bundled up in blanket after blanket, huddled like a field-mouse in pain.

He brought a hand to his mouth, unable to tear away his gaze from his lovers bloodied stump of a leg to Wendy's deep wounds. Not knowing where to go to first, Leon let out a quiet sob, his gradual mental breakdown being interrupted by Ophelia bursting through the door.

He turned his chair to face her, a horrified look still on his face as he tried to wipe away the tears once again, unable to say a word.