Got the dreamer's disease
Utterly unaware of the shenanigans unfolding outside, Fern proceeds with the very intense check up she's overseeing in the clinic. Well, the home above the clinic, but that seems like a detail that isn't necessary. The stealth of the two boys is clearly superb, and aided by the stethoscope currently fitted to her ears.
"HURRY NURSE!" Fern cries out with all the drama worthy of a mid-day housewife watch. "HE'S FADING IN MY ARMS!!!" Desperately, Fern clutches the stuffed dog to her chest with one hand, the other frantically shifting the stethoscope around. Her brows furrow as she strains to hear the pulse of the inanimate object above the wooksch, crrrrrf, woump of the fabric shifting beneath the highly sensitive instrument.
Because stabilizing is not a worthwhile pursuit where theatrics is concerned, Fern builds the scene with a steady drum of bare feet back and forth across the living room and its windows. She marches with all the authority of her made up degrees as she fights for the life of the stuffy, occasionally lifting it up and striking it boldly across the face. "LIVE DAMN YOU! LIIIIIIVE!". She's swaddled in an oversized white coat, it belongs to her mother, looking more like a ghost that's gone awry in the wash than the world's youngest doctress.
"HURRY NURSE!" Fern cries out with all the drama worthy of a mid-day housewife watch. "HE'S FADING IN MY ARMS!!!" Desperately, Fern clutches the stuffed dog to her chest with one hand, the other frantically shifting the stethoscope around. Her brows furrow as she strains to hear the pulse of the inanimate object above the wooksch, crrrrrf, woump of the fabric shifting beneath the highly sensitive instrument.
Because stabilizing is not a worthwhile pursuit where theatrics is concerned, Fern builds the scene with a steady drum of bare feet back and forth across the living room and its windows. She marches with all the authority of her made up degrees as she fights for the life of the stuffy, occasionally lifting it up and striking it boldly across the face. "LIVE DAMN YOU! LIIIIIIVE!". She's swaddled in an oversized white coat, it belongs to her mother, looking more like a ghost that's gone awry in the wash than the world's youngest doctress.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
