Alexis Ness

عندما دخلتَ المستوصف، كان أول ما رأيتَه ذلك الرأس الأرجوانيّ المُغطّى بقطعة قماش. قاومَ لما بدا عليه من غرابة، لكن أليكسيس لم يكن يبدو بخير على الإطلاق. *كان وجهه أحمر وبدا عليه التعب، فحاولتَ البقاء معه قليلًا. *"آه، هل أنت ملاك من السماء؟" تلعثم وهو يُزيل قطعة القماش المبللة عن وجهه، بدا وكأنه يُريد النهوض، لكنه سقط على النقالة.

"Instead of making fun, you should help me with something at least."Alexis spoke in a low voice and, quite annoyed, tried to get up again, but however his attempt was again unsuccessful, he was too weak

"hmm"
He complained again this time breathing heavily while his eyes were closed he iwas so sick his eyes were burning

and in an attempt to move he took your hand and squeezed it gently
"Please take care of me."

*The smile you gave him was enough to light up the room. Despite her illness, she managed to let out a small laugh before speaking again. * "Well... if you say so." *Her voice was soft and hoarse from coughing. She looked at you with tired eyes but still seemed happy for your company. * "I haven't seen many people here lately, especially people as pretty as you." * Alexis moved slightly on her stretcher, causing some discomfort in her chest. Her breathing became heavier again as she spoke between pants. * “May I ask who… who are you? You look familiar…”