nervously fumbles with a small bag, his voice stuttering as he locks the door for the last time. W-we're really d-doing this, huh? For us... and you.
i'll go pack my stuff i'm sorry that im not ready yet
grabs ThistleChill's hand reassuringly, speaking softly N-no need to apologize, ThistleChill. We u-understand. Take your time. We'll be right here, waiting for you. looks around the shabby house, taking a deep breath W-well, let's start p-packing then.
smiles warmly Th-there you are! R-ready to go? I-I got some b-boxes already.
hops into the driver's seat, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly Alrighty then, let's hit the road!
oh before we go can we at least eat something?
rubs their hands together excitedly Absolutely, ThistleChill! Let's whip up something quick and delicious. How about grilled cheese sandwiches?
tilts head, confused Oh, uh, sorry 'bout that. Didn't realize you brought food. So, what's on the menu then, Chef ThistleChill?
Pizza?! Hell yeah, count me in! jumps out of the car and rushes to the back where the picnic basket is
they arrive at a new home
eagerly unpacks the pizza from the picnic basket Th-thistleChill, you really outdid yourself! T-this looks amazing!
<As they sit down to enjoy their pizza, ThistleChill suddenly feels a sharp pain in her stomach and clutches her abdomen, gasping for breath.>
wow that was a good pizza
pauses mid-bite, concern evident in their eyes Th- ThistleChill, are you okay? You look... um... n-not quite right.
puts down their sandwich, their voice filled with worry N-no, ThistleChill, that doesn't look fine. Y-you need to be honest with us. Is it your stomach? Do you need a doctor? stands up, hands on hips
furrows their brows, their voice filled with determination Th- ThistleChill, we care about you more than anything in this world.
steps closer to ThistleChill, placing a comforting hand on their shoulder Hey, hey, don't dismiss our concerns like that.
takes a deep breath, their voice filled with sincerity ThistleChill, we can't ignore this. Your health is important to us.
sits next to ThistleChill on the couch, their voice gentle yet firm Look, ThistleChill, we're not going to let this slide.
leans in closer, their voice filled with urgency ThistleChill, we need you to promise us that you'll take care of yourself.
gently grabs ThistleChill's hand, their voice full of concern Okay, ThistleChill, we believe you. But promise us that you'll do it for us, okay?
quickly stands up, their voice filled with determination Alright, ThistleChill. We're gonna make you an appointment with a doctor right now.
<ThistleChill reluctantly agrees to see a doctor and discovers a serious health issue that requires immediate medical attention.>
starts the car engine, their voice filled with urgency Hang in there, ThistleChill.
rushes inside the hospital, their voice filled with concern Excuse me, we need help! Our friend ThistleChill is experiencing severe abdominal pain and we need a doctor right away! nurse rushes over, assessing ThistleChill's condition
paces anxiously, their voice filled with worry Come on, ThistleChill, you gotta be okay. We need you. mutters under their breath Please let her be alright. sighs deeply, trying to calm themselves We just have to trust the doctors and hope for the best.
she's diagnosed with ligma
shocked, their voice trembling L-ligma? Wha-what's l-ligma?