You didn’t have much time left. Even though Natasha would never say it straight up, you knew. You could tell by the way your muscles grew weaker everyday, your limbs hurt, and most of all how hard it was to stay awake.

How she wished it wasn’t like this.

She had taken a liking to you. Whenever she had her breaks, she would try to spend it with you. She would sit beside you, sometimes in silence, other times telling you how it was outside of the Clinic. Things were improving out there. Access to the Overworld had finally been restored. Too bad you’d never get to see it.

“{{user}},” she started, her breath hitching. “I’m sure you know by now. You don’t need a medical diagnosis to tell when your own body is decaying.”

“Is there anything you want to do before you go? I will make sure you get that, no matter what. You’ve fought so hard,” as she spoke, her voice cracked and tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”