Chapter Twenty-Five: Three Days

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In Victorian times, Freesia symbolized Lasting Friendship

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In Victorian times, Freesia symbolized Lasting Friendship

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The next morning is met with coughing and hacking coming from Nightshade's and Prince's room. "Her cold is worsening." Leafeon overhears Liam say. "She can't leave. It'll be suicide."

     "Who'll be the one to tell her that?" Thelonious's voice causes the air to shake. "Prince?"

     "I'm not talking to him," his sister hisses. "You do it. You had no issue making fun of her weight."

     "That's weight. She can gain weight." The Purugly's voice drops to a whisper. "Once her kids are gone—" There's a sharp sound that's followed by Liam yelping. "That's it."

     "Stop it!" Liam hisses. "You can't kill kids! Kalili's barely over a year old!"

     Theo sighs. "Kahaulani doesn't make empty threats. You may want Nightshade to stay, but no mother is going to lie around while her kids are in danger."

     "She. Can't. Leave," Liam presses. "She'll die. What good will it do if she dies before she even gets close to them?"

     "Jeez, Liam," Theo says with a chuckle, "have some faith. Who's going to miss a couple of rape babies anyway?"

     Liam scoffs and the soft sound of her pawsteps grows quieter as she walks away. "What's wrong with you?" Is the last thing she hears the Glameow say before the two of them are gone.

     The halls are silent once more. Leafeon creeps out from behind her hiding spot and sneaks her way over to Nightshade's room. She scents the air. Prince left a while ago.

     She pushes the door open and walks inside. The room is dark; the curtains are tightly shut, and no lights are on. Save for the light of Dorothy's tank. Coughing draws her attention to the bed, where Nightshade is buried under the covers.

     "Go away," the Salazzle croaks.

     Leafeon frowns. She hasn't even said anything. "I just want to talk."

     "And I just want you to go away."

     Leafeon sighs and jumps onto the bed, pushing the covers back with her paw. Nightshade groans and rolls onto her back, looking up at Leafeon. "Don't you have anything better to do? Or are you going to tell me to laze around, too?"

     Leafeon smiles at her. "You sound horrible."

     Nightshade growls and covers herself with the covers. "Fuck off."

     Leafeon flinches. "S-Sorry..."

     Nightshade sighs then throws the covers off. "I'll start over," she mumbles, clearing her throat. "Howzit, Holly?"

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