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Folly felt a sharp pain in her eye and stomach, it was pain she was used to, not like she could do anything, and she’d rather die than trust a doctor. Suddenly, she felt the pain triple, like how she felt when— no, she didn’t want to think about that. She couldn’t think about it without feeling betrayed all over. “I’m gonna dip after this floor.” She said, voice slightly tighter than usual. The world blurred, whatever the other passengers were saying, she didn’t know anymore, as the pain radiated throughout the rest of her body. Her knee, buckled, she caught herself on the railing. Her vision started tunneling, sweat clinging to her turtleneck. The last thing she felt before losing consciousness was the sensation of falling.
(Perspective switch mid chapter yaaaaaaay /j)
Walter’s POV: He heard a loud THUD from Folly’s direction, he turned his head and saw her on the floor. “Folly!?” He yelled. He quickly crouched beside her, she was sweating and her mask and new cracks, but her skin was turning gray. “Folly! Talk to me!” He wrapped his arms around her. Her hair turning white and yellow, claws shrinking. “What’s happening!? Say something, please!” Tears welled up. “Dreamer…?” He heard someone ask, it was Melanie.