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WHO | Lottie, Some, Howard, Draco, and Don, at various times.
WHAT | Sick Lottie is not doing so well.
WHEN | About a week in.
WHERE | Inside the building, hidden away.
WARNINGS / NOTES | Gruesome death. ~~But not Grue Some death.~~ I am working on the assumption that Some has her tucked away, and Don and Draco and Howard will come across her at different time. If anyone wants to actively kill her (Howard) or actively sit with her while she dies, just lemme know.

This was miserable.

She was covered in bruises. Every little touche seem to send bruised blossoming on her skin. And the knick on her leg when she had been tucked away here? Still oozing blood. Her brain felt feverish, fuzzy, and her hands trembled horridly whenever she tried to do, well...anything.

Some had left her with food and water, but it only made her feel guilty. Anything that went past her lips came right back out. She had given up on even trying anything besides sipping at the water.

At least, small favors, the little office they had found to tuck her away in had no mirrors. She could see redness on her hands, blisters and little sores. She knew she must look like a delight.

Time was moving strange. She caught her self singing, and had to force herself to stop. More than once. Than again, if someone found her in here and took her out, it wouldn't be too bad. She couldn't ask them to do that though.

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Words died on his lips at that, as he continued to study her from where he sat, frown deepening as his brows crept together, wondering how much longer she was going to last here like this. It wasn't like he could just put her out of her misery; he had no means, nor did he want her blood on his hands. He wasn't that far out of his mind.

Just outside the room, Draco thought he heard something. A sound. A clang. A noise that was just disconcerting enough to make him wonder if they weren't as safe as he initially thought they were. He jumped, eyes wide as he glanced out the door, then back to her.

"I'm- I'm just going to be back. In a minute. All right?"

"Just get out of here Darling."

Had she called him darling? She thought she had. Maybe a bunch of times. Maybe...this didn't matter.

"Go on, I'll be ok."

He swallowed thickly, staring at her for another long moment, the 'darling' going straight over his head. He felt bad for her, he really did, but he needed to get out of this place before he died sitting there. Or going stir-crazy; whichever came first.

Draco nodded nervously, blond hair a messy halo, before turning tail and heading out, aiming to find the source of that sound.