☣ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ ☣ - [ⁱ. ˢᵉʳʳᵃ ᴺᵉᵛᵉˢ]

CHAPTER 17 - CURE##

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Day 77

Amelie made an effort to open her eyes, her eyelids felt glued together. Her ceiling was blurred. She removed the mask, the room where she was stank. It wasn't the room she smelled, it was herself, the dried blood and fluids clinging to her body and the mask didn't smell good at all.

She covered her nose with her hands, which also didn't have a pleasant odor, her body was slightly numb, she hadn't taken a shower in over a week. She sat on the bed, muffling her moans of pain with the hand that also covered her nose. . Her oily, dirty and disheveled hair was also stuck to her skin, not enough dirt. She had lost so much weight recently, it was very clear that she was not healthy.

Amelie's skin was already peeling, covered in bruises. She needed fresh air urgently. As usual, she had spent the night vomiting, her mouth was bitter and the taste of vomit was as noticeable as a big stone in her shoe. She felt her muscles contract as she got up from the bed, her feet touched the floor in a feeling of relief; for her, getting up was already a daily victory.

The hunger she felt was enough to devour an elephant. Food wasn't exactly abundant, especially at that time when it was very difficult to access supermarkets or any other source of food in a huge city like theirs. Her legs didn't help her get to the kitchen, they had an uncertain movement but Amelie held on to the walls to keep from falling.

- Not even a little bit for the sick people in the house? -She asked when she saw Vincent sitting at the kitchen table, clutching a pot of rice and cooked chicken. Her eyes lit up when she saw the food. Vincent, the playful curly one, couldn't believe his eyes, Amelie had left the room alone.

-In my defense, you didn't even ask! Come here. . . - Vinnie gets up from the chair and goes to the pan, taking some food onto a white china plate. - Are you sure you want to eat?

- Yes, I haven't touched food since yesterday. Henry saw me vomiting and stopped me from eating because he was afraid I would get worse.- He analyzed her, as if a saint had come down to earth. Vincent himself was too incredulous, none of it seemed real. She was treating the situation in such a calm and simple way that even Vinnie didn't understand her way of thinking. Then, the two heard heavy footsteps quickly come down the hall.

-Amelie?- Henry, followed by Matteo, opened his eyes wide in astonishment and surprise. It was impossible for Amelie to be there, downstairs and standing. She hadn't gotten out of bed in over a week. Seeing her there in front of him made him slightly uncomfortable. He hadn't seen her like this in days, it was like seeing a dead person two weeks after the funeral.

-I'm fine, seriously. . . - Amelie denied her boyfriend's help. Theo, in turn, didn't even open his mouth. Henry couldn't believe what he saw. - Actually, it would be better if you let me eat.