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December 24, 2013
Dearest May Mari Hanley,
By the time I am writing this, maybe undergoing the surgery to remove the mass in your head. Maybe the operation is done and you're sleeping now. I'm sure the doctors will remove the tumor on your head.
You are not a bad person. Bad people do not get cancer. You certainly do not have cancer.
I do not work in this hospital anymore, because the doctors do not like me. I fought with them, and told them what I found, but they would not listen to me. I know that they mean well and only want to protect me, but they could have given me a chance.
I wanted to save you, and I still do. It must be because I felt this affinity to you. I tried to read more about children's brain tumors, and I do not believe that you have glioblastoma, or even anaplastic astrocytoma. The diagnosis that the doctor made in the other hospital isn't correct, if we based it on the tissue biopsy, or even your age. You're 6 years old. A pediatric brain tumor has a very low likelihood of being cancerous. Even given the case that you might be special in that way, it doesn't add up. Especially with that arm.
The doctors must be very confused. They do not understand what happened to your arm, or how it could have decayed like that. I am confident that it is a mutation of the virus that caused the zombie plague in Shadowglen. You live in the Darkside-Shadowglen border, right? Remember when you wrote that your mother left you in Shadowglen for a day, just because you knocked over her vase? Didn't you say that your arm started to bleed? That is why I believe that your arm must have been infected by the virus.
The biopsy on your tumor seems to demonstrate a pilocytic astrocytoma that had not been attended to quickly. It grew slowly, without you or mom... I mean, your mother not noticing it, until it got so big.
May, you do not have cancer, and you will not die to that cyst. I pray to Shinwa that I am wrong about your arm. The progression of its necrosis is unlike anything documented in accepted science, but it's very similar to the progression of what have been referred to as "zombie strains". If I am right, however, the doctors have been bombarding you with radiation and drugs that you shouldn't have taken... and I am now powerless about it. It did things to your head that it shouldn't have.
I want to save you. I don't want you to die. The doctors will not believe, because to them, I am "just a nurse".
Yes. Your Mama is also my mom, but I do not know who your Papa is. It was funny that she married someone who shares my dad's last name.
Mom eloped with my dad while she was in college, because they loved each other. They had me not long after. We were not rich, and sometimes food was scarce, but we were a happy family, until...
Mom snapped when I was your age. She grew lonelier each day, and started to berate me for the smallest of mistakes. One day, when dad and I got back home after buying dinner, I saw my mom in bed... with another man. Dad was angry, but his rage did not match that of my mother, who took the gun underneath the bed, and killed my father with it. She tried to run after me, too, but the man she was with took me and helped me escape. Mom killed that man, as well. I never turned back, and lived in an orphanage until a kind and wealthy couple adopted me, and sent me to school.
If as an act of gratitude to them, and my fulfilment of my obligation to you as my stepsister, I want to rescue you from that madwoman.
When your mother was pregnant with you, I would have imagined it was difficult. She was probably 33 years old! I'm sure mom loves you in her odd ways. She tells you that you're pretty. I think you are pretty, May, just like me! Still, I do not want her to hurt you.
You may not understand these now, but I believe it is my duty to tell these to you. One day, I hope that you will grasp my words, whether you would have become one of the undead, had a new lease at life, or become a star in the sky, just like your Papa.
You wrote somewhere in this diary that you wanted to keep a dried flower here in your diary, right? I dry flowers and stick them to greeting cards myself. I want to give you this dried flower, one I only see during Fireside.
All I want for Luminaire is my sister to be saved. I want you to be saved.
-- Amy Mari Hanley a.k.a. Nurse Amy
Take her away, Amy! Rescue her and save her and the two of you will live happily ever after!!
December 24, 2013
Dearest May Mari Hanley,
By the time I am writing this, maybe undergoing the surgery to remove the mass in your head. Maybe the operation is done and you're sleeping now. I'm sure the doctors will remove the tumor on your head.
You are not a bad person. Bad people do not get cancer. You certainly do not have cancer.
I do not work in this hospital anymore, because the doctors do not like me. I fought with them, and told them what I found, but they would not listen to me. I know that they mean well and only want to protect me, but they could have given me a chance.
I wanted to save you, and I still do. It must be because I felt this affinity to you. I tried to read more about children's brain tumors, and I do not believe that you have glioblastoma, or even anaplastic astrocytoma. The diagnosis that the doctor made in the other hospital isn't correct, if we based it on the tissue biopsy, or even your age. You're 6 years old. A pediatric brain tumor has a very low likelihood of being cancerous. Even given the case that you might be special in that way, it doesn't add up. Especially with that arm.
The doctors must be very confused. They do not understand what happened to your arm, or how it could have decayed like that. I am confident that it is a mutation of the virus that caused the zombie plague in Shadowglen. You live in the Darkside-Shadowglen border, right? Remember when you wrote that your mother left you in Shadowglen for a day, just because you knocked over her vase? Didn't you say that your arm started to bleed? That is why I believe that your arm must have been infected by the virus.
The biopsy on your tumor seems to demonstrate a pilocytic astrocytoma that had not been attended to quickly. It grew slowly, without you or mom... I mean, your mother not noticing it, until it got so big.
May, you do not have cancer, and you will not die to that cyst. I pray to Shinwa that I am wrong about your arm. The progression of its necrosis is unlike anything documented in accepted science, but it's very similar to the progression of what have been referred to as "zombie strains". If I am right, however, the doctors have been bombarding you with radiation and drugs that you shouldn't have taken... and I am now powerless about it. It did things to your head that it shouldn't have.
I want to save you. I don't want you to die. The doctors will not believe, because to them, I am "just a nurse".
Yes. Your Mama is also my mom, but I do not know who your Papa is. It was funny that she married someone who shares my dad's last name.
Mom eloped with my dad while she was in college, because they loved each other. They had me not long after. We were not rich, and sometimes food was scarce, but we were a happy family, until...
Mom snapped when I was your age. She grew lonelier each day, and started to berate me for the smallest of mistakes. One day, when dad and I got back home after buying dinner, I saw my mom in bed... with another man. Dad was angry, but his rage did not match that of my mother, who took the gun underneath the bed, and killed my father with it. She tried to run after me, too, but the man she was with took me and helped me escape. Mom killed that man, as well. I never turned back, and lived in an orphanage until a kind and wealthy couple adopted me, and sent me to school.
If as an act of gratitude to them, and my fulfilment of my obligation to you as my stepsister, I want to rescue you from that madwoman.
When your mother was pregnant with you, I would have imagined it was difficult. She was probably 33 years old! I'm sure mom loves you in her odd ways. She tells you that you're pretty. I think you are pretty, May, just like me! Still, I do not want her to hurt you.
You may not understand these now, but I believe it is my duty to tell these to you. One day, I hope that you will grasp my words, whether you would have become one of the undead, had a new lease at life, or become a star in the sky, just like your Papa.
You wrote somewhere in this diary that you wanted to keep a dried flower here in your diary, right? I dry flowers and stick them to greeting cards myself. I want to give you this dried flower, one I only see during Fireside.
All I want for Luminaire is my sister to be saved. I want you to be saved.
-- Amy Mari Hanley a.k.a. Nurse Amy
Aww...I'm so glad she has a loving sister, one who is trying to help her! Hoping this turns out happy for both of them.
This is making me tear up. ;___; What a sweet sister, what an emotional story. sobs
Oh ho, the plot thickens!
I was applying this to real-world people, not what might happen here in Subeta! Silly me. XD It looks like the people saying zombie were right! I hope you can rescue May, Nurse Amy!
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December 24, 2013
Dearest May Mari Hanley,
By the time I am writing this, maybe undergoing the surgery to remove the mass in your head. Maybe the operation is done and you're sleeping now. I'm sure the doctors will remove the tumor on your head.
You are not a bad person. Bad people do not get cancer. You certainly do not have cancer.
I do not work in this hospital anymore, because the doctors do not like me. I fought with them, and told them what I found, but they would not listen to me. I know that they mean well and only want to protect me, but they could have given me a chance.
I wanted to save you, and I still do. It must be because I felt this affinity to you. I tried to read more about children's brain tumors, and I do not believe that you have glioblastoma, or even anaplastic astrocytoma. The diagnosis that the doctor made in the other hospital isn't correct, if we based it on the tissue biopsy, or even your age. You're 6 years old. A pediatric brain tumor has a very low likelihood of being cancerous. Even given the case that you might be special in that way, it doesn't add up. Especially with that arm.
The doctors must be very confused. They do not understand what happened to your arm, or how it could have decayed like that. I am confident that it is a mutation of the virus that caused the zombie plague in Shadowglen. You live in the Darkside-Shadowglen border, right? Remember when you wrote that your mother left you in Shadowglen for a day, just because you knocked over her vase? Didn't you say that your arm started to bleed? That is why I believe that your arm must have been infected by the virus.
The biopsy on your tumor seems to demonstrate a pilocytic astrocytoma that had not been attended to quickly. It grew slowly, without you or mom... I mean, your mother not noticing it, until it got so big.
May, you do not have cancer, and you will not die to that cyst. I pray to Shinwa that I am wrong about your arm. The progression of its necrosis is unlike anything documented in accepted science, but it's very similar to the progression of what have been referred to as "zombie strains". If I am right, however, the doctors have been bombarding you with radiation and drugs that you shouldn't have taken... and I am now powerless about it. It did things to your head that it shouldn't have.
I want to save you. I don't want you to die. The doctors will not believe, because to them, I am "just a nurse".
Yes. Your Mama is also my mom, but I do not know who your Papa is. It was funny that she married someone who shares my dad's last name.
Mom eloped with my dad while she was in college, because they loved each other. They had me not long after. We were not rich, and sometimes food was scarce, but we were a happy family, until...
Mom snapped when I was your age. She grew lonelier each day, and started to berate me for the smallest of mistakes. One day, when dad and I got back home after buying dinner, I saw my mom in bed... with another man. Dad was angry, but his rage did not match that of my mother, who took the gun underneath the bed, and killed my father with it. She tried to run after me, too, but the man she was with took me and helped me escape. Mom killed that man, as well. I never turned back, and lived in an orphanage until a kind and wealthy couple adopted me, and sent me to school.
If as an act of gratitude to them, and my fulfilment of my obligation to you as my stepsister, I want to rescue you from that madwoman.
When your mother was pregnant with you, I would have imagined it was difficult. She was probably 33 years old! I'm sure mom loves you in her odd ways. She tells you that you're pretty. I think you are pretty, May, just like me! Still, I do not want her to hurt you.
You may not understand these now, but I believe it is my duty to tell these to you. One day, I hope that you will grasp my words, whether you would have become one of the undead, had a new lease at life, or become a star in the sky, just like your Papa.
You wrote somewhere in this diary that you wanted to keep a dried flower here in your diary, right? I dry flowers and stick them to greeting cards myself. I want to give you this dried flower, one I only see during Fireside.
All I want for Luminaire is my sister to be saved. I want you to be saved.
-- Amy Mari Hanley a.k.a. Nurse Amy
Rescue her, Nurse Amy! You seem to be the only one who understands what's happening to her, and can give her the love she needs!
Can't wait to find out what happens next!
That letter from Amy had me like

I wonder if that was the end, or if there is more to come? Amy's letter sort of felt like closure, but I'm not sure.
I sincerely hope there's some sort of Matilda-esque ending, because it needs to. It can't stay sad forever. Hopefully.
Got one yesterday but wasn't able to post, and got another one this morning!
Omg! If this is the ending, I'm so happy that (most of) the loose ends were wrapped up. I was wondering why she had such an attachment to Nurse Amy. Oh god, I really hope this wasn't the end, because I want to know what happens to May! It's been pretty tragic so far, but now that there's hope, and someone watching out for her, it feels bittersweet.
It's amazing, as always. ❤ Thank you so, so much, anon!
My goosebumps are so big I could decorate them like tiny snowmen. The way Amy's letter is written is blowing my mind. Maybe it's because I read too much sci-fi but now I am confused (in such a good way) and concerned for May. ;__;
I have been looking forward to each of these more than actual Christmas.
Lair Bears Dance Mix! (play it on shuffle)
I received the latest message together with three blue scarves. The message says:
Poor little May. ;w; I hope Amy will be able to visit you soon and yeah, do not take those pills please!
Got the same one, but with 3 pink scarves.
Poor little May, all alone for Luminaire. :'(
Oh no... Are the white pills meant to put her out of her misery? So whatever virus she's contracted doesn't spread? That would explain why Amy was fired, because there's no way Amy would let them do that to May. This is so sad. ; - ;
I figured the white pills are sedatives that will muddle her thoughts and slow her reactions and make it more difficult to escape when the time comes?
Just hang in there, May!
Her mother is dead? :O What's going to become of May now? I hope Ashley reads her the letter, and Amy comes to remove her from this place. At least the operation went well! (hopefully). Oh my goodness, anon, you've made us all care about May so much. ❤ Thank you!
I received the latest two but wasn't able to post due to hectic things goings on (christmas stuffs). OMG ;_; Anon, you are a wonderful writer. I have no words (only because I'm still a bit dead tired here) but you're blowing my mind with this story. :D
"Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't feel Just because I don't feel doesn't mean I don't understand" IAMX- The Unified Field ....... "Plastic people don't got nothing to say They're judging me, I'm judging you We ain't got nothing else to do" Palaye Royale - No Love In LA | | |
Oh my gosh this is getting so intense as in i cant wait to find out more. Seriously my boyfriend was trying to talk to me and I was just like, no, no im reading
All I need for Lumi is If you have and are willing to sell, please contact me so I can SELL MY SOUL Am willing to do art for Cw's Feel free to message Birthday is 2/10. Help me complete some sorely wanted item quests by looking at my lumi and birthday wants wishlist <3
I got the most recent letter from May as well. Poor little girl, hope Amy can make it there and save her Luminaire. This is just so sad. Thank you for all three blue scarves!
Oh no, May! D: I'm so sorry about your Mama and Papa and Mari. I'm sure Nurse Amy will come to your rescue though. ;^;
I shouldn't have read this right on Christmas morning because now I'm upset. lol