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Zoey thought it was just a cold.
After all, it started as just a cough and general weakness.
But, then, everything leaped from zero to a hundred in an instant.
She was out with the girls when she suddenly felt sharp pains in her chest and abdomen, forcing her to the ground.
She began coughing up a lung, bloody mucus coming up and falling onto the concrete, much to the alarm of Rumi, Mira, and the various civilians around them.
Then, everything went dark.
The next thing she knew, she awoke in a hospital bed, an oxygen tube in her nose and antibiotics and fluids flowing into her through an IV.
"Hey" Mira said from beside her. She weakly looked over to see her girls there, visibly worried.
Zoey opened her mouth to talk but found the act of trying to work out words too painful.
"You don't have to speak" Rumi soothed.
"You have pneumonia" Mira informed, standing and walking up to the hospitalized girl, Rumi short behind her. Mira gently reached out to hold Zoey's hand. "You're getting treated, though"
"We've got you" Rumi reassured. Zoey smiled weakly, then shut her eyes again, exhausted.
I'll be okay...