Dr. Collingwood was sent plummeting hundreds, thousands of feet down, until she finally crashed into a hard floor. Her shattered bones felt like acid had been poured onto them, but the ache in her heart hurt even more.
The nurse looked down in surprise. Dr. Collingwood was... crying?
Almost three months had passed since she'd fallen comatose that fateful day, and her unconscious panic attacks were getting worse and more frequent, usually occurring when she was alone.
Hopefully we can find out what's wrong with her before it's too late.
Eddie sighed. He was lying near the door to Molly's hospital room and had been for at least 45 minutes now, silently praying.
Ancestors, I beg you, lend the little one your strength. She deserves nowhere near the amount of misfortune she has suffered, and I cannot help but fearfully expect the worst. Uncle Gallant, I have never met you, but please help her. She is the kindest, gentlest, most compassionate soul I've ever met.
He'd never truly believed in the ancestors before, but desperation does funny things to us, doesn't it? After all, who would be there to yell at him when he did something stupid? Who would be there to roll her eyes and groan good-naturedly in frustration at his silly antics? Who would be there...
... to be his sister?
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
