Elliana
Lilly's mother sat on her bed, dragging her hands through her greying hair. Pulling her fingers away, Elliana held the dying locks in her hand which was now wet with tears.
Lilly didn't even know.
She kicked her legs onto the mattress, smudging it with mud; flipped onto the pillows; and breathed in deeply. A pessimistic beeping filled the air. Its creator stood next to her head, a disheartening machine that sucked the living daylight from the room.
A doctor hurried in, her auburn hair pulled into a messy bun behind the thin frame of her glasses. As she neared Elliana, stray wisps of it flew into her face and each time, she would frantically brush them away before hastening onwards. By the time she had got to Elliana's bed, she had become noticeably out of breath. She stopped to regain control of her breathing. Then, checking over the sheet clipped to the end of the bed, she looked up sharply, a look of deep concern pasted on her flushed face. The doctor briefly made eye contact with Elliana before stepping away to talk to the other doctors and nurses in the corner of the room.
Elliana flopped back onto her pillows: it was getting so much better.
Elliana knew that Lilly didn't want to go to DeVille but she had no choice: how could she care for another before she could care for herself?
But Lilly didn't even know.
I WANTED TO SAY THAT I DON'T IMAGINE THE SCENES EXACTLY LIKE THE PICTURES BUT THEY ARE THERE AS GUIDELINES. PLEASE LIKE AND COMMENT: WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO LILLY? AND ELLIANA?(ALL FEEDBACK IS GREAT TO IMPROVE!)
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