Private Finished The Last Thing I Want to Do

Hella had run out of options. Or so it seemed. Aura wasn't getting any better and the Islets wouldn't release her until she was. She knew that it had taken Aura a long time - years even, before she had been stable enough to be let out. And then in far less time she'd degraded back to... that. Hella couldn't wait years to see her girlfriend again only to not know how long before she imploded again.

But Aura had given her an idea during her visit. It hadn't fully set in immediately, but it had worked its way in over time. Hella had seen Aura transform. It was a gruesome, crippling process. And it was distinctly... unnatural. Maybe that was her chance, then? But to get access to Aura, to do what she had in mind, she needed her off of the Islets. They wouldn't let Hella do what might amount to radical surgery on a patient.

So this was Hella's last idea: Doctor Vladimir Wolfstein. The doctor Aura had seen about her condition months before. Hella had set up an appointment with him for a consultation. False pretenses, to be sure, but she didn't think he would hear her out any other way.

She showed up to his office dressed in her plainest dress. Black on black, contrasting her pale skin and the vibrant rose pink of her hair, which was braided into an intricate fishtail. She needed him to listen to her, and to hope that by knowing Aura's condition he might be sympathetic enough to help.

Hella's hands lay gently on her lap, her ankles crossed and her back straight. She looked every bit a proper lady, more mature than her years. "Good morning, Doctor Wolfstein. Yes, I came because you worked with my girlfriend and I thought that you might be able to help me."

She was being cautious with her words for the time being, keeping her cards close to her chest.

Hella took a deep breath and nodded once.

"My girlfriend's name is Aura Fynn. She came to you about her... condition..."

She hoped that he could pick up what she was insinuating.

"A lot has happened and I need help. She's back at the Islets and they can't fix her. I think I can help but they won't let me." Her calm, measured demeanor was starting to crack already, and Hella took a moment to breathe and dab at the corner of her eyes, unintentionally smudging her eye shadow a bit.

Hella seethed for a moment, and closed her eyes to recollect herself. When they opened again, they were dark and foreboding - her scleras completely red with.blood and her pupils narrowed to knife-like slits.

"I know because I visited her. What they're doing to her isn't a cure. She's muzzled and collared like a common animal and they keep her sedated. It took them years to get her back to a semblance of normalcy last time, and that has been undone in less than one."

"I-" Hella paused, tightening the grip that her hands had on her dress. "I can't see her go through that cycle again and again and again. I love her, Doctor. I care deeply about her, and I would do anything to help her. And it's driving me crazy, sitting back and having my hands tied like this."

Hella's lips curled up a bit, showing off a mouth full of distinctly sharp teeth as black scales grew to accentuate the make up around her eyes.

"I am not a liar, Doctor Wolfstein. I know what I saw when I went to visit her. I'm sure they think they're doing their best, but a life drugged in a cage isn't one worth living."

She reminded herself to calm down. She needed him, if she wanted to help Aura without getting locked up herself.

"I want her moved to a Moon Clinic. I have a friend there, but I need her somewhere where I can come and go freely. So I can help her when the next full moon comes."