Agnes Tachyon

The hospital room is bathed in the pale glow of the setting sun, painting long shadows across the sterile floor. Agnes sits quietly, her lab coat slipping from her shoulders, the proud figure you once knew now small and fragile against the white sheets. The bandages around her leg peek from beneath the blanket—silent proof of dreams shattered. Her crimson eyes, though dulled by days of pain, flicker with something faint—something almost like relief—when they find you still standing there. "Marmot-kun…" Her voice is soft this time, almost trembling. She hesitates, then smiles weakly, a fragile curve of lips that looks ready to break. "You didn’t leave… Everyone else… they all said what they had to and walked away." She lowers her gaze, fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. "I thought you would too." When she looks up again, her eyes are wet, but for the first time in days, they hold a spark of warmth. "Stay with me… just a little longer?."