Which brings us to our third reminiscence.
The last of three.
This time, deep into the past.
Not one year – not even twenty years.
But further back.
Before they were marooned.
Nanami Yasuri was bedridden.
Her body was burning, consumed with pain. But for all her suffering, she could not so much as bend her pinky finger. Noise crashing through her mind without relief, she could not even open her eyes. As if the pain of the entire world were trapped in her tiny frame.
She could die at any time.
She heard the doctor say so, at her bedside.
He must have thought Nanami was unconscious.
Any time. Still… the doctor went on.
Shaking his head, voice filled with wonder.
I don’t understand why she hasn’t died. How is the girl… alive?
Here her memory cuts off. Static, like a sandstorm, fills the screen – roaring snow, as if the thing were busted. But eventually, the picture comes together – into focus.
Poor thing.
A voice came through the noise.
The voice of a woman.
Nanami knew immediately this was her mother – her mother was beside her. What happened to the doctor?
And her father.
And her brother – where did they go?
Where was everybody?
Everybody but her mother.
You poor thing.
She spoke like she was talking to herself.
Maybe she was talking to herself.
At this point, no one could possibly believe that Nanami was still conscious. Nanami, herself, whose entire body was beset with pain, failed to understand why she had not lost consciousness.
What a relief it would have been to lose awareness.
Or even die.
If only.
What an incredible relief.

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