After lunch, the girls made a stop in the medical bay to see Prim.
The young girl was lying in a hospital bed, looking pale and weak. Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks hollow. Her small frame was covered in hospital sheets and her pale arms poked out from under the fabric.
They clustered around her bedside, their expressions a mix of worry and tenderness.
Harriet stood at the head of the bed, a protective hand on Prim's forehead. Her thumb gently brushed back the strands of damp hair sticking to Prim's sweaty brow.
Bea stared at her little sister before looking at the nurse, "How long does she has to be like this?"
The nurse gave them a sympathetic look, her voice soft.
"It's hard to say, sweetheart. She's fighting an infection, and her kidneys are the primary battleground. The antibiotics are working, but it's a matter of how quickly her immune system can rally and eliminate the infection."
Meanwhile, Thèrèse perched herself at the foot of Prim's bed, her gaze fixed on Prim's small form. She reached out to hold Prim's hand, enveloping the frail hand within hers.
"And how long would that take?" Bea asked, her voice a whisper.
The nurse sighed, "Every person's immune system responds differently to treatment. It's possible it could go away in a matter of days, or it could take weeks. We just have to be patient and give her body the time and care it needs to heal."
The girls nodded, their concern growing. Bea blinked her tears away, looking down at Prim.
"She'll get better," Harriet said firmly. "She's tough. I know she'll pull through."
They spent several moments in solemn silence, watching the steady rise and fall of Prim's chest.
"We should let her rest. Prim needs her sleep to regain her strength," the nurse said gently.
Begrudgingly, the girls agreed. One by one, they leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on Prim's forehead, whispering words of encouragement and love.
As they began to file out of the room, Bea paused. She lingered by Prim's bedside, her gaze fixed on her little sister. The worry was etched in her eyes.
Harriet placed a comforting hand on Bea's shoulder. "She'll be okay, Bea."
Bea didn't say anything. She gazed downward and nodded before leaving.
As the door closed behind the girls, they lingered in the medical bay hallway, their faces somber.
Thèrèse broke the silence, her eyes on Bea. "You okay?"
Bea let out a slow, deep sigh. "I... I don't know," she admitted softly.
Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, a mix of worry and fear. Thèrèse stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on Bea's arm.
"It's okay to be scared, you know," Thèrèse said gently. "But Prim's strong. She's a fighter."
Will suddenly materialized out of nowhere, his eyes flashing with anger.
He slammed a shoulder into Thèrèse, causing her to stumble back. Vicky instinctively grabbed a hold of her friend, steadying her.
"What the hell was that for?" Vicky questioned, her gaze hardening on him.
Thèrèse's expression soured, "Whoa, easy there, big guy."
Will didn't respond to Vicky, his gaze fixed solely on Thèrèse. "You think you can just slap my girlfriend like that?"
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