Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Soul Nomad.
AN: This is my first Soul Nomad story. I know it's a bit on the short side.
This was actually difficult for me to write. It's hard to write something like this in first person, and it might not have the full impact of what I wanted. At least I can say I tried.
This story has spoilers to the Median undefeated ending. Also, I wasn't specific to what gender Revya is. I left that up to my readers.
I can barely feel the bed underneath my body, and I can't see very well. I hack and cough and I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. "I'll get better," I thought. "Maybe I just caught a cold or something."
But, as I lay there, I know I won't get better. I have been hit with an epidemic; a disease called Scarlet Iago.
I can hear Gig talking with the guards, telling them to get me medicine to cure it. But, even I know it's not that simple. As far as I know, there is nothing that can be done. All I can do is wait to die.
I feel so pathetic. A month ago, I was able to defeat Median, with help from Gig of course. At that time, even when he tried to cut me down, I didn't think anyone, or anything, could kill me. But, now I lay on my deathbed, stricken with a sickness that has no cure.
I try to apologize to Gig, for how weak I've become. But, he doesn't seem to listen. Instead, I hear him saying that my body is turning red. Now I know it's too late. It's spread so far, that no one would be able to help me.
My body jerks as I cough again. I manage to tell Gig that he must leave me, and find another body. But, he refuses to do so. He says that it's difficult to find a body like mine.
My eyes start to close slowly, and I feel I'm beginning to slip away. I try to say one final thing to Gig, but I'm too weak to get it out.
I can hear him screaming out to me, telling me to come back. I can't believe that he would actually care, for someone who is as pathetic as I am.