Mermories Of Sickness (Role Play)

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    Antarctica slipped out of the hectic room and into the bare hallway

    Reinetier had finally managed to get outside. She was glad to get some fresh air because she hated being crowded. Reinetier had known that there was a tree she could climb nearby too if she needed more than a walk.

    Antarctica sat outside on a bench, a cup of tea in her hands

    She sucked in the sweet air like a drug. It was so stuffy in the conference room

    She stood up and began walking through the trees but tripped and twisted her ankle"ow!l" she yelped

    She shook her head" i think i sprained me ankle" she whimpered, tears in her eyes

    Reinetier sighed, "Please don't cry. It will heal with time. Just calm down and think of something other than pain if that is the case." She tired comforting her.

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    "NOOO SHEEP NOOOO!!!" Benjamin screeched as a fluffy white puff ran into the woods. He followed the white sheep until he came across the two female nations. Sheepy was nuzzling the one on the ground with his soft head.




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    Antarctica sniffled and giggled, smiling happily at the sheep. She scratched the fluffy ball of wool, forgetting about the pain and focusing on the sheep

    Reinetier sighed with relief. 'At least she is focusing on something else,' she thought as she took the limited medical supplies she always had on her, and she begun treating Antarctica with what she had.

    Antarctica giggled and petted the sheep's head softly, her blue gaze softened and had a motherly glaze in it. Her hands moved in soft strokes against the thick wool.