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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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"I don't think anything I do or don't do is going to make much of a difference now..."

She was doomed. Somehow, it being slow made it much worse.

Draco merely regarded her quietly for a moment, resting his chin now on his knees. How easy it would be to just close his eyes and give up the ghost.

"Maybe you're right," he murmured lightly, "Have at. Move all you like. It'll probably end the suffering a bit sooner."

"You look pretty tired your-"

And then she was interrupted by harsh coughs. Lottie had never felt coughs that rocked her body so deeply. She was fairly certain whatever she was coughing was ripping her up insides and she didn't want to think about it.

And she certainly didn't want to dissolve into tears, but she did anyway.

"I'm not dying in this place," Draco muttered, bitterness and anger seeping into his voice now. He waited just long enough for her coughing fit to pass before stating his piece; his eyes flicked up to her, concerned when she dissolved into tears. Crying people had never made him comfortable, least of all when it seemed as though they probably wouldn't make it out of there.

"Oh, honey, we're all gonna die in this place." She said softly, sadly. After that coughing fit, she didn't have the energy to sit up anymore, and settled into the misfit pile of rags.

He watched her for a moment, resting his chin against his knees, taking a moment to close his eyes. He was safe there, at least for the time being: near enough to the door that he could hear if they weren't alone, not really finding her any sort of threat, not even if she weren't dying in front of him.

"Except the winner. They don't die. That's sort of how this works."

"Well, I wish you luck on that one."

She closed her eyes. That first round, she had been so close. She didn't know how...and she would never get there again.

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.