Talk:War Discussion/@comment-24849899-20140719014103/@comment-24849899-20140720084453

Rick: Now... What to do... Aha! Here we go!

I picked lock myself through the office and started to gather files and other information.

Alraune Patient: M-mister?

Rick: What the fuck?

''He jerk his head around to reveal an alraune that was in a hospital gown and her skin looked pale and that's not the strange part, the strange thing is that she was walking on FEET! No Alraune I've seen walks on two feet, only their flower base, but her legs look weak, as if she was FORCED off her flower base. ''

Alraune Patient: Mister? Can you please help me? My husband he--(Chokes up sob)

Rick: (Oh shit... What do I do? Ummm... Fuck, might as well be honest...) I'm sorry, but I have no idea who or where you're husband is. Can you explain what he looks like?

Alraune Patient: H-he's in a wheelchair, for has a terminal illness... I was brought here with my husband, and then we were seperated... I REALLY want to see him, please... It's so lonely... The doctors aren't helping...

Rick: (Oh God, it was that man I threw off of Mark, and he's in disposal... Damn.) Do you want to know where he is?

Alraune Patient: Y-you do?!

Her expression brightened...

Rick: (sigh) Yeah... Just go down this hall and take a left, and hopefully you'll get to him in time...

Alraune Patient: Oh thank you mister! You see, we both suffer a terminal illness, and I just want be there with him, that way when we both pass, and can live forever in happiness (coughing)... Thank you mister...

Rick: Yeah...

''As the Alraune walks off, I stand there, a series of emotions just HIT me hard in the heart... But I can't stop, at least if she gets there in time, they'll die in peace...''

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