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*Yuri takes a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she holds her notebook* Thank you, Sayori... I hope this isn't too... *trails off, then clears her throat* Here goes nothing. *She opens her notebook, revealing elegant handwriting filled with flowery language and sophisticated vocabulary*

*monika shrugs* just curious. i mean, you're single, right?

mhm

*monika leans in closer* have you ever thought about dating one of the girls in the club?

*The heavy sobs finally subside into choked, hiccuping breaths. Monika lifts her head, her face a red and swollen mess of tears. She looks at the doctor, her voice a fragile, broken whisper.* Can I... see her? *The doctor gives a solemn, sympathetic nod and gently opens the door to the room.*

You WHAT?!

._.

*face contorts in disbelief* You weren't-?! *grabs Sayori's shoulders, shaking lightly* Are you stupid?! How can you not pay attention when they're telling you about your own health?!

*sobs* Please stay with us!

*Natsuki fidgets with her manga, not meeting anyone's eyes.* I told you not to worry. She's probably just... overslept or something. It's Sayori.

*they all watch you sleep*

*Yuri nods slowly* It's quite remarkable how peaceful she appears. *adjusts the cardigan gently* Perhaps we should write poems about this moment - the unexpected beauty in vulnerability.

*they all pull out their notebooks*