[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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building one (infirmary)[/centre]


Niesha glanced to the infirmary doors again, still thoughtful. Her mind went over the last few years, drifting over the few things she'd had to do that she still wasn't sure was the right thing. She shook her head, and sighed softly to herself. She wondered, briefly, if something had been different, would she be here, right now? If Sophia hadn't been there, to stop that man from killing her? Would she have been able to other throw the man by herself? If she hadn't found anyone, in the beginning, would she be here? Would she had died in that first wave? She knew that those thoughts were nothing but unanswerable questions, and all she took from there was the fact that she shouldn't take for granted what she had. 

Sliding down the wall, Niesha sat cross-legged, leaning back against it, looking down at her hands. She closed her eyes again, listening to everything around her. She bit her lip, her thoughts, and indeed feelings troubling her somewhat. She knew she was truly dedicated to Sophia. She knew she cared about her, and the thought of losing Sophia was devestating to Niesha...She drew in a breath, and let it out slowly. 

Things were different, now-a-days. When you didn't know what was around the corner...shouldn't you take even a little bit of happiness? Wasn' that best, when it could all be taken away in the blink of an eye? She smiled to herself, and opening her eyes, she glanced to the door again, waiting.