The trio are stuck in a small confined room with only two windows looking out to the ocean of trees that surrounds the tower. The room itself is painted in a light shade of yellow and the trio each have a cot to lay in and rest, occasional coughs echo throughout the room and the vacated hallway.
Phoebe is having it worse then the others. She's curled up tightly in a ball, shivering and coughing up large amounts of blood and molten lava, whimpering. "D-Damian?" She whispered, turning to look at him in his cot.
There was a cough before reply, "Yeah?" His usually deep and soothing voice is now raspy and hoarse.
"Do you think we'll get better?" The question had been weighing on her mind for a while.
"No. In fact, I've been trying to bite my tongue so my venom could end my suffering."
"Honey, I've tried."
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