Violet never got stick, or if she did it was rare and gone within a few days. She had been more clingy as of late too. She wasn’t sure if it was because she felt like shit, or was worried that something would happen to her brother or Kyson. Laying up on the couch with Veron she pushed up “Im gonna grab more ginger ale did you want anything?” She pulled the throw and wrapped it around her. She went between being too hot and too cold, and she was too cold right now.
Walking into the kitchen she opened the fridge and grabbed out her soda and turned around quickly, almost too quickly to the point she made herself dizzy, and almost fell, catching herself, and starting to cough, covering her mouth, and coughing up what she thought was just flem, but she got a strange taste in her mouth as she did.
Looking down at her hand all she saw was the silvery liquid all over her hand. “no no.” She knew what happen to everyone else after this, and she wasn’t going to go out like them, She wouldn’t let herself, Three figures showed up, like they just phased through the walls in there. The dark haired girls’ eyes widened seeing them. “Who the fuck are you” She asked with the most sarcastic tone to her voice.
“Her condition is terminal” Was the response that she had been given, and before she could even respond a stab through her, and not even a scream came out of her as her back went up onto the refrigerator, sliding down, a pool of sliver covering the floor already.
