AN: I took a lot of liberties with this story, whilst also trying to remain as faithful to the game as possible. I'm also not a nurse, nor do I have any experience in the field, so forgive me for any errors made.
Lisa had not always been such a naive and frightened young orchid. She had at one time considered herself a rose in bloom, with flowing, vivacious petals.
Then how unusual, she thought, that such a fresh young bud would have the means to be ensnared by a thorny bramble, tainted by the temptation that such a danger brought.
It was somehow exhilarating, a rush of energy that made her feel so alive, yet left her so dead. A mixture of thrill and shame, lust and deceit, fear and loathing.
They became one, slowly creeping through her roots, wilting her beautiful petals until there was nothing left but a withered, dried up shell.
She found it ironic, how the blossoming flower had been led so astray by something as repulsive and plain as a measly shrub.
Yet that is what it was. A dying rose, left to crumble and fade in a dingy basement, forever waiting for a lovely day.