Marshmallow

The hospital corridors bustled with activity as we made our way through the maze of sterile white walls and echoing footsteps. Alpha Galan's phone continued to buzz intermittently, the messages and updates a constant reminder of the urgency of our mission.

Finally, we arrived at the door of Marshmallow's hospital room. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Alpha Galan push the door open, revealing a small, dimly lit room. The sight that met my eyes sent shockwaves through me. Marshmallow lay in the hospital bed, her petite frame pale and fragile against the crisp white sheets. Tubes and wires were connected to her, monitoring her vital signs, and a ventilator softly hummed in the background.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight of my friend, battered and bruised, lying motionless in the hospital bed. It was a stark reminder of the brutality she had endured, the pain she had suffered at the hands of Mr. Old Face.

Anger and regret churned within me as I cursed Mr. Old F