ooc: I shall wait for Dripik before posting as Anni, but in the meantime...
IC:
Dionysia was still Dionysia, and rolled her eyes at the mud's confusion about Krik, but didn't voice her feelings. "Be ok... soon," She grunted to his question of her well-being. Why were these people suddenly so concerned about her? Why did she matter? She was relieved Krik was alive; suddenly the idea that he might have betrayed her seemed strange and distant; it all seemed like a dream. She felt movement returning to one of her arms and she started moving it so when her strength returned she could push herself up.
And then the big-bro said something that made the walls fall in.
"But now onto what is important: that you recover and we get you out of here safely.”
The facts flashed into her head: she couldn't stay; Krik had tried to kill her! He wouldn't let her go now! But...
She was dependant on drugs that her vykkers provided her with every two weeks; without the injections they gave her, she wouldn't survive a month!
She couldn't stay, but she couldn't leave. Fear crushed down around her and suddenly it was hard to breathe again, as if the paralysis had returned. She was going to die!
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