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Delilah stood in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. Yxari was tapping her fingers, incredibly nervous about the surgery. Ana-Lysa was glaring, deadpan at the wall, only Yxari having any clue what she was thinking about. Light was sitting beside Yxari's bed, holding her other hand. She had no idea how to tell him that the surgery was to be done NOW. She had just returned from retrieving the guards. Ana-Lysa read her mind.
"Time's up, Ri," she said darkly. Delilah groaned when Light bristled.
"Nicolaus, pull out the other bed for Ana-Lysa. 'Natious... anesthesia. Gonzales, steralise the tools." Three prison guards entered the room, one carrying two tanks of noxious gas, one making his way to the sink with a briefcase in his hand, and the other walking over to the wall to pull out the second bed that no one really knew was there. Ana-Lysa hopped into the bed and lay still on her back, only moving to take Yxari's hand. Yxari stopped tapping her fingers and instead let her hand be taken. Delilah took Yxari's other side, her attitude shifting from playful nurse to hardened surgeon. A stand and a tray of tools appeared by her side, and a pair of masks slid over the faces of the Acid-Monsters. Yxari and Ana-Lysa slid out of consciousness and into the cradle of darkness.
"Sullen, let go," said Delilah in her lowest tone. Her eyes shifted to the serial killer beside her. For once in his lifetime, someone ordered him to release someone's hand. He didn't like it one bit, but the glare he was receiving was so uncharacteristic, that he gently let go of his girl's hand. Delilah smiled softly at him, then dropped it just as quick. Slipping on her latex gloves, she began to work.
The first incision was to Yxari's wrist. This opened the cavity that a glanduous mound of flesh once occupied. Light shuddered, a foreign motion to him. The second incision was to Ana-Lysa's, revealing the pulsating gland that still lie there. Delilah quivered, this moment a huge blur for her. She has no clue how she did it, but she completed the transplant. The last thing she remembered was stitching up both of their wrists, and Yxari gaining pigment in her skin by the second. Ana-Lysa's chest rose in rugged patterns. It wasn't long at all before her breathing stopped, and her body went limp.
Oh no...
Yxari's eyes fluttered open. She refused to look to her side, and Delilah knew that she knew. Was it because that the hand that was still held in her own was losing heat?... Did she already know?
Yxari's head whirrled and she thought back to before Delilah came back.
Ana-Lysa's last full statement to her was 'I'm going to die today. Yxari, your father raised you well. I love you, see you in another life'.
"I love you too," she said to the ceiling, tears running down her face.
Delilah stood in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. Yxari was tapping her fingers, incredibly nervous about the surgery. Ana-Lysa was glaring, deadpan at the wall, only Yxari having any clue what she was thinking about. Light was sitting beside Yxari's bed, holding her other hand. She had no idea how to tell him that the surgery was to be done NOW. She had just returned from retrieving the guards. Ana-Lysa read her mind.
"Time's up, Ri," she said darkly. Delilah groaned when Light bristled.
"Nicolaus, pull out the other bed for Ana-Lysa. 'Natious... anesthesia. Gonzales, steralise the tools." Three prison guards entered the room, one carrying two tanks of noxious gas, one making his way to the sink with a briefcase in his hand, and the other walking over to the wall to pull out the second bed that no one really knew was there. Ana-Lysa hopped into the bed and lay still on her back, only moving to take Yxari's hand. Yxari stopped tapping her fingers and instead let her hand be taken. Delilah took Yxari's other side, her attitude shifting from playful nurse to hardened surgeon. A stand and a tray of tools appeared by her side, and a pair of masks slid over the faces of the Acid-Monsters. Yxari and Ana-Lysa slid out of consciousness and into the cradle of darkness.
"Sullen, let go," said Delilah in her lowest tone. Her eyes shifted to the serial killer beside her. For once in his lifetime, someone ordered him to release someone's hand. He didn't like it one bit, but the glare he was receiving was so uncharacteristic, that he gently let go of his girl's hand. Delilah smiled softly at him, then dropped it just as quick. Slipping on her latex gloves, she began to work.
The first incision was to Yxari's wrist. This opened the cavity that a glanduous mound of flesh once occupied. Light shuddered, a foreign motion to him. The second incision was to Ana-Lysa's, revealing the pulsating gland that still lie there. Delilah quivered, this moment a huge blur for her. She has no clue how she did it, but she completed the transplant. The last thing she remembered was stitching up both of their wrists, and Yxari gaining pigment in her skin by the second. Ana-Lysa's chest rose in rugged patterns. It wasn't long at all before her breathing stopped, and her body went limp.
Oh no...
Yxari's eyes fluttered open. She refused to look to her side, and Delilah knew that she knew. Was it because that the hand that was still held in her own was losing heat?... Did she already know?
Yxari's head whirrled and she thought back to before Delilah came back.
Ana-Lysa's last full statement to her was 'I'm going to die today. Yxari, your father raised you well. I love you, see you in another life'.
"I love you too," she said to the ceiling, tears running down her face.
