[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location Building one: medical[/centre]

Niesha was a little relieved when Ravi said he could help with the embalming. While she would have done it, it was better knowing that there was someone qualified to do it. She… she didn’t want to work on someone she once knew, on preparing Miss Sally’s body, knowing that they’d failed to save her, to bring her back. She’d help, if she was needed. Lost in her own thoughts a moment, the voice pierced through them with ease, a voice she had struggled to live without for eight months, a voice she would have given anything to hear again. 

All at once, it was like she was back then, before everything had happened, that one blessed day when Sophia had been out of the infirmary, before everything had gone to hell again. A handful of hours of happiness, before things came crashing down again. And just when she thought she was better, that she could get past it, today happened. Was she going crazy, hearing her voice? No one else seemed to react to it… had she tipped right over the edge of sanity, into crazy? Was she simply remembering something that had once been said? But she couldn’t remember Sophia ever uttering those words. 

What was happening, to her?

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to fight back the emotions, the irrational hope that even if she was crazy, she’d get to hear, and perhaps even see Sophia again. She knew it wasn’t good to feel like that, wasn’t good to hope for it. Sophia was gone. Dwelling on that, letting it take her voice wasn’t going to do her any good, and she wouldn’t be able to be useful anymore And being useful was, she thought, all that kept her sane. 

[i]Sophia… [/i]

She swallowed around  a painful lump in her throat, using all her willpower to open her eyes, to begin to move, gathering up the meds they hadn’t used, hadn’t had a chance to use, and moving to return them to their proper place. Moving… continuing on, it was hard to do, but Niesha could let it be seen that something was wrong.

[i]Why now?[/i] she thought to herself, wondering if it was some cruel twist of fate. Her movements were almost mechanical as she began to put the meds back in their rightful places.