Thinking Alone (1)

_-_-_-_-_-_Fleur's perspective-_-_-_-_-_

"Venice?" I saw her body standing still across the wall with a crane gripped on her right hand. 

Everything about her was different. The way she called out my name, the way she stood on her ground, and her tired expression painted on her face. It was almost as if her vegetative state not too long ago vanished from her face, and changed it into a ghostly apparition that wanted to haunt our lives.

"What happened to you?" Finally, my eyes stare at the missing right leg of her body. If it were not for the long patient's gown that she is still wearing, then we would not notice it from afar. But I can doubtlessly recall the series of events that had happened inside the facility. The elevator crashed, clipping her right lower limb, and eventually sliced it into half. 

The situation from that time was still fortunate for us to experience. At that time, none of the members of our group had died due to the accident.