what a life (Naturals One shots)

Day 19

Scarlett felt her whole body burning as her knees hit the ground, her ears rang and she didn't know if she was breathing or not. She heard footsteps walking away as her head turned slightly, he was tall. That's all she could see. A tall slender figure. She tore at the heavy cream as she desperately tried to get it off, her mind wandered with thoughts.
There is a father and a mother and the father has a son who has a mother. The mother has a daughter who gets married to the brother of a mother. How are they related to each other?
She felt her fingernails get weaker and weaker as the poison melted them away. She could feel blood falling from her mouth, her senses were being wiped away as everything started to blank. She laid her head down and coughed the red syrup onto the floor just as a door slammed and the familiar clicking of heels filled her ears.
"Scarlett, sorry I'm late I-" she closed her eyes as a scream pierced through the labs and Veronica fell to her knees next to Scarlett. Her hands hovered over the dying woman's body, unsure of what to do. Quickly she got up and called for help before grabbing one of the hazmat suits they had just in case and pulled it on before scooping Scarletts frail tiny body into her arms, tears spilling down her face.
"Hold on scar, it'll be ok, ok? You'll be fine, we will all be fine." Veronica said as she stroked Scarletts hair with her gloves hand, desperately trying to rid the white goo. Scarlett felt her mind fall into the depths of darkness, a warm sensation filled her body. Veronica could feel Scarletts heart slowing, the blood that was pooling from her mouth slowed just as agents and medical burst into the labs. The suit was ripped from Veronica and she was torn away from the scene as people took pictures.
"Why aren't they taking her to the hospital? Tanner they need to help her," She said as her husband wrapped his arms around her.
"She's gone." He whispered as Veronica tensed and pushed away from him.
"No, no we need to help her. She needs medical attention, she needs-"
"Ronnie, she's dead," tanner grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes, his own filled with tears and guilt.
"Scarletts dead."

When I say I sobbed writing this🥺