(A pov from Marisa will be released later)

Esme’s hand gripped his tightly, her fingernails digging into his palm. The doe’s hurried away as she reached up absent mindedly and felt her head. “Fritz.” She squeaked. “I don’t want to die.”

Fritz felt his eyes fill with tears. “I know.” He whispered. “I don't want you to die either. But I don’t think they’ll let you. They seem like good doctors” She nodded shakily. “We should find that room.” She whispered back. Fritz nodded. “C’mon” He said, holding her steady by her arm and leading her past the rooms and towards the stairwell. She tried her hardest to walk correctly, keeping her back straight and looking at the ground for tripping hazards. With each step she grew shakier and paler until Fritz couldn’t bear to watch her take another step. He picked her up and ignored her angry protests. She tried to wrestle away from him but a menacing glare sent her silent. They had made it to the stairwell and Fritz set her down swiftly. He looked around and knocked on the wall in random places, hoping to find the door. “Fritz.” Came Esme's voice, on the other side. “It’s here you idiot.”

“Oh.” Fritz said, flustered by her sly smirk. “What ever.” he said walking in before her. He took one glance around the room and felt chills go down his spine. The room was large, and completely white and blue. Large needles hung on the wall along with syringes and other medical supplies. A large table/chair sat in the middle, surrounded by a pull around curtain. Three doctors were already there. They were wearing masks, shields, and large blue suits. They looked grave, as if they were preparing for the absolute worst. Fritz felt someone grab his arm and he looked to see Esme. Her eyes were wide with fright, looking at the many tools that looked like weapons. “Oh no. Oh no no no no no. No!” she said tears rolling down her straw colored fur. These however, were not the tears he had seen her cry before. These were not tears of anger, or frustration. These were tears of fright. Esme was terrified. “I’m gonna die.” She whispered utmost terror showing on her face. “They're going to try, and they're going to kill me.” The doctors looked down, not objecting. “Fritz.” She hissed, the flair returning to her eyes. “Fritz you had better get me out of here.” Fritz opened his mouth, then closed it slowly, shaking his head. Her lip quivered, and her eyes shone with more unshed tears. “I don’t wanna die.” she repeated.

“I- I don't want you to die either.” Fritz said, his own tears spilling down his face. The grey doe entered the room and put a hand lightly on Esme's shoulder with a sigh. “Come now.” She said, pulling a mask over her mouth. “Let’s get you started.”

“Okay. Bye Fritz.”

“Bye.” The younger doe, Emma, gripped his hand lightly as Esme was laid on the bed. “Come sir. Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay.”

They walked outside, the doe looked grim and weary. “Sit.” she said, motioning for Fritz to sit on a small bench. He obeyed. “Will you be alright if she doesn’t make it?”

“I don’t know. I love her, but she doesn’t love me.” The doe smiled softly. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you see the way she looked at you?”

Fritz pondered this. She had not done anything out of the ordinary. He sighed, he would never understand girls.

“What do we do now.” he asked, turning to face the doe. She looked up at him, a frown on her face.

“We wait.