Using the wall they had bumped against, they slowly and clumsily tried to stand. The pain in their back got worse, but they managed to get off the ground.
Clover ignored the footsteps. "I don't care! I could survive this!" they choked out, beginning to sob. They hit their back against a wall, a whimper of pain resulting.
"N-No.. Please.. Please don't.." They sit up a little and scoot away frantically, absolutely terrified. "I don't want to die now.. Please don't hurt me.."
"I can't promise that..." Little did they know, Wither Sickness had infected them, causing an inability to heal wounds. There was a greyish tint to their eyes, blood, and skin. Their fever was increasingly high. They did not look well.