RP: What Do You Do...
Date: 5 March 2006 Characters: Daphne, Miles, Nigel?, Anthony Location: Bletchley Manor Private/Public: Private Rating: PG-13? Warnings: blood, other bodily fluids, illness, hallucinations Summary: Daphne's condition deteriorates
Over the past few days, Daphne's condition had gone from bad to worse. Now she felt like a literal disaster area. She could barely move at this point, her body only screamed in pain if she tried, and so she'd resigned to laying in bed and not moving a muscle. Miles had been practically a saint the whole time, staying near and making sure her son was okay, and coming quickly when she needed something. She could barely eat, her vision seemed to come in and out without warning, and her fever was so high that she felt just sick to her stomach all the time.
She knew that Miles had just been trying to make her feel better, but 'feeling better in the morning' was obviously not happening. Daphne had never been more afraid of death in her life, and she wondered just how much more her body could take. She grew more and more frightened of falling asleep on the chance that she wouldn't wake up again, and lack of sleep was taking its toll on her mind.
It was the early afternoon, and Daphne's eyesight seemed to be in working order at the moment. There seemed to be a haze in the air, and movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention.
She turned her head, feeling wetness against her neck as the first of her pox marks burst at the movement, leaking blood onto the pillow under her head. She barely noticed the sensation as she realized what it was she'd seen.
Woodcraft. He was standing over her, his eyes dark and his hair wild in his face. He was dead - she'd killed him herself, but he was glaring down at her and his skin had a green sheen to it. His hands were descending upon her, closing around her throat. She started to struggle wildly, thinking she couldn't breathe. Her jerking body only made more of the pox marks burst, and she didn't even hear her own voice as a scream erupted from her lips, echoing through the manor.