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. ✧ ・゜. +・o ✧
With bleary eyes, Alina looked up at the faces of the party, who seemed to have sensed the danger and made a speedy arrival. Lucas immediately crouched down beside Alina, murmuring things she couldn't hear, but she knew she had to help, so she stood up quickly. Everything was wobbling and maybe she was dying, but she made her way inside the room, anyway, where the rest of the party was clustered.
The monster was hovering over Nancy, its spittle dripping down on her face, but at the sound of the door opening, it roared, whirling around to meet El, blood dripping from her nose, a feral look on her face.
"What the f—" Max started, but she didn't get to finish before the monster was scuttling towards them. El screamed, thrusting out an arm, and slammed the monster into the wall, where it wailed desperately. Her face tomato red now, El sent it flying to the other side, a safe distance away from Nancy, who was crouched in the corner, shielding her head. It hit the ceiling, sending all of the tiles cascading onto the ground, and then the floor, where it let out a roar, but just before it could get to its feet El thrust out both arms and pushed it right through the window.
There was a shattering of glass as the monster fell, all the way to the ground, and Alina found that she couldn't stand anymore. She collapsed, and she would've hit the ground if not for Lucas, Gabe and Will, who all made a tremendous effort to catch her. Her surroundings went bleary and she could hear Jonathan calling for Nancy, but all she could focus on was the damaged ceiling and the fact that she was crying, sobbing, covered in blood and muck.
"Go!" someone shouted, and then Alina was being carried by Will and Lucas as they sprinted through the halls of the hospital. It hurt, no, more than hurt, it was agony, it was like burning in the pits of hell, it was worse than dying, it was worse than anything she'd ever felt before, and, as the party hurtled through the halls of the hospital, Alina closed her eyes and, for the first time in her life, wished for death. For death surely would be more merciful than this.
If she was dead, then she'd be free. She'd never have to do any of this shit again, never have to worry about her friends being killed or beaten until they were nearly there, wouldn't have to find Demogorgons and Demodogs and monsters made of slime. She wouldn't have to hurt anyone else, either, because the worst bit of it—her death—would already be over. Because she hadn't gotten the luxury of a peaceful, happy life. Her life had been blood and pain and broken bones, and she wanted out of it.
