Sickness had ravaged the poor hybrid’s body, leaving nothing but impending death. She couldn’t keep food down, was fatigued, had a high fever, and was incredibly weak. Lately, Gaëlle had also been afflicted by loss of appetite as well. Not that she could eat anything before - but now, she also threw even water up. She was wasting away. Newly an adult, she wept every day at the cruel fate inflicted upon her, a savage twist she had not even thought of. This disease had taken lives, several of them. Gaëlle was deathly afraid that she would be the next casualty.
Now no tears leaked down the poor girl’s face even as she sobbed - no water was left in her body to spare for them. She was nothing but bones and a thin layer of skin. Was this what she had come to? Death? She wept at life’s cruelty. But the effort exhausted Gaëlle’s already-weakened body. . . .
She drifted off into the next realm.

“For you I’d bleed myself dry.”