Eliza, girlfriend to the love of her life, Grim. She had everything the wanted...but not everything she needed. Her crippling anxiety and depression was destroying her from the inside out. Can she find a way out of this darkness before it's too late?
Ellie's View: We rushed to the overground and called an ambulance. Before you knew it, we rushed in with the paramedics straight into the hospital.
'25 year old female' 'GSW to the chest' 'No exit wound' 'Vitals are dropping' 'Get an IV in, she's lost a lot of blood'
Grim stayed close by her but I looked at it all from outside her room. They kept saying "bag her" and..."clear". I wanted to feel sad...but I couldn't. Eliza could die, she was hurt bad. Minutes went by and the doctors left us to be with Eliza.
I didn't move.
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Grim came out to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He asked emphatically.
* She could die.
"She's strong. Why don't you go home for a bit...I'll stay with Eliza, okay?"
I nodded and teleported home. Zir was talking to versions of himself in a portal; John and Sorren were doing rather questionable things. The door opened and in walked in Tord.
Story!Shift Tord.
I stood up and faced him.
* Do you have Â̴̡̝̖͙̩͓̤̹̫̝̋͠n̴̼͎̘̣͐͒̀͂̓͗́̀͠ỷ̸̨̪̳̳͚̐̅̽̇̿͝͝ͅ idea what you've done.
//Yeah, I do.\\
* Shooting my Eliza won't bring back your Corn.
//I know.\\
* You think this is what your Corn wanted?
//Indeed I do.\\
He got into his bot and didn't hesitate to start attacking. I dodged, and attacked back. We fought and didn't stop. After my Tord had stabbed me, I learnt to keep my soul outside my body. Every time this Tord killed me, I was able to reset.
Eliza's View: They rushed my body into the hospital and started trying get my vitals back up. There was no exit wound, the bullet was still inside of me. I just watched my lifeless body...get worse. Ellie was in shock and Grim was worried out of his mind. Usually I would heal someone if they had a gun shot wound but...I was unconscious; I couldn't heal myself as some...temporary ghost.
* Eliza?
I turned around, surprised someone could even see me.
It was Dylan.
* W...What happened?
We both looked over at my body and I couldn't help but hug him tightly. Dylan told me I was strong but by the looks of it...I was getting weaker.
