Echo 2

Written by Violetofen4.

Chapter 1 - Richtofen
Isn't life just so splendid? So far for me, it's just peachy. As a kid, I was beaten up, my parents and sister died, my twin brother (when we were babies of course) and I were separated, and I never met him in real life.

I fell out of a tree and broke a couple ribs, while on the other hand got the girl, had two kids, now with a third halfway here, lost a leg and had it ultra replaced, and is working with two best friends in a job we love: being scientists.

Today Lilith was in bed, she said she wasn't feeling well, and Adelina offered to look after her, as Addie's a "talented nurse" and "knows her ways." Whatever.

If you haven't noticed, Adelina and I don't necessarily click. She's possessive of my best friend, and her husband, Kramer. She and I have a long history of that. She accuses me of being too cold to my own children. I let Charlotte and Xena have plenty of freedom, which is why her argument is entirely invalid.

But today while I was working on my Wunderwaffe DG-2, she came in, looking distressed, immediately approaching me. That was shocking, usually she only came in to moon over Kramer's work.

Kramer looked up in confusion, instantly feeling her worry.

"Edward, Lilith has scarlet fever." Adelina bit her lip.

"Are you sure is not just a common cold? I mean, she's in the middle of pregnancy, it could just be morning sickness." I replied. Her eyes did not lose that look of sincerity.

"I'm serious. She has scarlet fever, she can't move or get up. Her temperature was 117, her face is pale except her cheeks, which are scorching, and she's forming a skin rash. She's not in a state to recover properly on her own." Adelina said quietly.

"I'm sure Lilith will be okay after some rest and a bit of medicine." Kramer breassured her, exchanging a glance with me. I nodded, leaving the Wunderwaffe behind.

I went down the long, drafty halls to our room, where Xena and Charlotte were quietly trying to find the last pieces of a puzzle together. They looked up when I entered.

"Mom is taking a nap," Charlotte whispered. I smiled at her, trying to look as calm as possible.

"Alright, thanks," I replied quietly, entering the bedroom and shut the door behind me.

What Adelina had said was true. Lilith had paled out except her cheeked, which burned the color red. She was breathing as if she was half-choking.

My stomach churned with grief. This was untreatable. How long had she had it?