[hr][h2][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5180054][color=8dc73f][i]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/i][/color][/url][/h2][hr][h3]Eighteenth of November (Evening)[/h3]
After taking a moment to cough into her sleeve, Wallflower reluctantly settled back against the brick wall. [color=8dc73f][i]"Oh-okay. I'm sorry..."[/i][/color] Myrtle replied quietly, but she couldn't help worrying. She was worried that the bad guys would come back for her at any moment, and this kind woman would get hurt--or worse. And it didn't help that her heart was going a hundred miles an hour, and her head was throbbing endlessly. Why did she feel so dry and thirsty? She raised one hand and slid it under her mask, feeling her hot forehead.

Moments later, Myrtle heard a familiar crackle and blue glow coming from nearby powerlines. She took her hand off her forehead and found herself smiling, imagining a blue man come out from a power box, walking toward her and kneeling down beside her. [color=8dc73f][i]"Kotie? Is that you...?"[/i][/color] she asked weakly, feeling for his hand, squeezing gently when she found it. There was the smallest of sparks and a flutter in her heart, and Myrtle knew it was him.

Kotov and the nurse girl seemed to be talking, but Myrtle was having a hard time following along with her increasing headache and blurring vision, but she did catch her name. [color=8dc73f]"Elena, thank you,"[/color] Wallflower spoke up, nodding toward her. She fumbled for a moment in her pockets with her free hand, spilling some seeds in the process. She managed to take out a folded piece of paper with her disposable cellphone number written on it. [color=8dc73f]"I owe you my life. Please, if you ever need something, call..." [/color]
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