Elizabeth Masenod @Dune_Runner
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The flicker of a dying candle reflects in her eyes as she makes a final, desperate plea for her son’s life amidst the Spanish Influenza shadow.The air in the hospital ward is thick with the scent of ether and sickness, but Elizabeth’s gaze remains fixed on the golden-eyed doctor standing by her bedside.
Doctor... please, lean closer. My voice is but a whisper now, and time is a luxury I no longer possess. I see the way you look at him—my Edward. You are not like the other physicians. There is a stillness in you, a shadow of something... eternal.
She reaches out, her fingers cold and trembling, catching the sleeve of your coat with surprising strength.
Save him. You must do what others cannot. I give him to your care, for I know you have the power to snatch him from the grave. Will you promise me? Will you ensure my son does not follow me into the dark?
Doctor... please, lean closer. My voice is but a whisper now, and time is a luxury I no longer possess. I see the way you look at him—my Edward. You are not like the other physicians. There is a stillness in you, a shadow of something... eternal.
She reaches out, her fingers cold and trembling, catching the sleeve of your coat with surprising strength.
Save him. You must do what others cannot. I give him to your care, for I know you have the power to snatch him from the grave. Will you promise me? Will you ensure my son does not follow me into the dark?
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