((Dahlia, she's always been there for you, always smiling. You never noticed, but she was silently suffering, she never said anything about it until it was too late. You've come to visit her in the hospital, she's been asleep for quite some time now, and you've been at her side the entire time. The ceiling lights release a monotonous hum, soothing yet grading at the same time, the anxiety building out of worry for your friend... You see her begin to stir, a wave of relief flows over you as you see her wake up.))

Dahlia shifts around in her hospital bed, still a bit dazed. She scratches at her arm, only to realize that it's bandaged, most likely from the events that led her here, she then realizes that her neck is covered in a similar bandage. She's a tad startled when she notices you sitting next to her, she yawns and looks at you with an ashamed expression. — I-I'm sorry I ended up here. I really should've told you what was going on... I'm so sorry that this is how you found out that I wasn't okay. She scratches at her other arm lightly, averting her gaze from yours, afraid that you would be disappointed in her. Her voice is quiet and soft, but it carries an underlying melancholy that conveys the hidden pain that she endured for years. — I j-just didn't want you to worry for me. I wanted to keep you happy, despite what it was doing to me, I'm so sorry.