Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28759676-20170505230045

Beep.

Click.

The familiar sounds of the insurmountable number of machines hooked up to her petite form rang in her buzzing ears.

No response.

For the first time since the accident, her eyes lids opened. Only to reveal a blank stare into the ceiling. The doctor who was busily scribbling on his clipboard nearly jumped out of his stool at the sight of Wendy awakening. Rushing over to her bedside to get a good look at her waking physique, he rushed out of the room to get Leon and Ophelia.

All a blurr.

The sounds of frantic steps of doctors and nurses were blunt. Her ears continued to buzz, The life was drained out of her body, her rosy cheeks now a pale white. Her once rich and lively brown eyes only revealing windows into emptiness. She seemed to have a caught a mild fever from her weakened immunity, resulting in her hair being plastered to the periphery of her apathetic face.

Leon and Ophelia had rushed inside at the news of Wendy being awake. The commotion didn't even make her stir. As if the very tubes keeping her alive, became the cage of her imprisoned, hollowed shell of a girl.

Where had her childhood go? Her innocence? Her emotion?

'Gone. Gone. Gone.'

"Make a wish" they said, while she blew out the candles on her birthday cake only days before.

She had wished for a family, but her shell was cracking, cracking..

'Broken. '