[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9932cc]Danielle Coventry
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[hr][center][color=9932cc][b]Location: Nursing Home[/b][/color]
[color=9932cc][b]Interacting With: No one[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Danielle placidly sat by the window sill, looking outwards as she periodically reached up to feel her face. Her fingers felt cool as they brushed against her sickly pale cheeks, or was that just the air from the AC? But still, despite not being able to feel anything, Danielle shuddered. This was for real, no amount of denial or pinching herself was going to wake her up from this unreal nightmare.

She swore she could still feel the poisonous concoction swirling in her, thrashing against her walls trying to come up but Danielle seemed to be incapable of puking and so the feeling remained as a sort of reminder of her stupidy. Danielle flicked her tired eyes at the old man who sat in that oversized chair right after he scared out another nurse, she groaned and slumped further while staring blankly at that man. Was this really purgatory or was this hell just with a smiley sticker on it? So many questions, so little answers. 

Time slipped by Danielle's fingers like quicksilver, hours seemed to whizz by while seconds somehow felt like they dragged on for eternity. Danielle was slowly losing her mind as days went by and nurses scurried in and out. Danielle now spent her time passively looking at the world that went by her, feeling sicker every time she thought of everything she was missing out on. She sighed and slumped further. 

Her interest was only ever so slightly piqued when she saw a woman walk in, holding what seemed like a folder. Danielle stared at her with the faintest sensation of curiosity as she whispered to the old man in the chair and then hurried out. Danielle watched her leave with dull lifeless eyes before sitting up, her posture still loose and heavily leaning on the wall. 

She only barely stayed focused for long enough to hear some snippets of the briefing, but it basically all just distilled down to "obey or die". Danielle squinted her eyes at the man, almost as if to dare him while she continued to judge every inch of his body, she still had no idea what to think of this man. But nonetheless, Danielle nodded and agreed to the mission. She didn't care enough to rebel, she didn't care enough to ask questions, it was a miracle she cared enough to actually show up.