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coyote_walking[An image is glimpsed through the half-closed bathroom door, a long haired figure on her knees, complete with the sound of retching. After a time the figure stands and one can hear water running. A moment later Mercy comes out of the bathroom holding a washcloth to her face as she collapses into the comfy chair by the bed, feet tucked under, curled up as much as possible. She's mumbling to herself, completely unaware that she's being recorded.]
I don't understand, maybe some flu bug? Doesn't really seem like it though, seems more like - No. Oh no. Oh no, please.
[And she's turning to scrabble through her journal on the table, counting frantically to herself as her face becomes even paler than any viewer might have thought possible.]
The last time was... Oh no. Please. Not this. Not now. The timing... Things couldn't possibly get any worse.
[And then she's on another mad dash to the bathroom, knocking the network device off the shelf to the floor in her heedless hurry, and shutting the video function off.]
I don't understand, maybe some flu bug? Doesn't really seem like it though, seems more like - No. Oh no. Oh no, please.
[And she's turning to scrabble through her journal on the table, counting frantically to herself as her face becomes even paler than any viewer might have thought possible.]
The last time was... Oh no. Please. Not this. Not now. The timing... Things couldn't possibly get any worse.
[And then she's on another mad dash to the bathroom, knocking the network device off the shelf to the floor in her heedless hurry, and shutting the video function off.]
