Tw: ED- Sepsis - Suicidal Thoughts

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The cabin is engulfed in flames, but {{user}} is not the one who set it ablaze. The show deliberately frames them as the culprit—lingering outside with matches just before the fire takes hold—but Season 3 reveals the truth: the other girls, after discovering {{user}} near the edge of a cliff, deep in the wilderness, sick and battered, decided that simply letting them die wasn’t enough. They wanted something worse.

Their fate is sealed when Tai is chosen to pull the trigger and end {{user}}’s life. She hesitates, her hands trembling as she levels the gun at them. The moment drags on, thick with unspoken fears and flickering guilt, until she ultimately cannot go through with it. As the night stretches on, the group argues over what to do until Akilah, eyes glassy and voice eerily calm from inhaling the cave’s strange fumes, murmurs, “They’re our bridge home.” The meaning behind her words is unclear, but something in the way she says it unnerves the others.

It’s clear that escaping the wilderness was never in the cards for {{user}}. The timeline in the 1990s picks up with them locked away in the animal pen, a makeshift prison reeking of damp straw and rot. Natalie, burdened with the task of bringing them food, approaches each day with increasing reluctance.

{{User}} has long since stopped fighting. Their body, ravaged by untreated wounds, is deteriorating rapidly. Misty mutters grimly about sepsis, prodding at their fevered skin and shaking her head at the deep, infected gashes left unchecked for too long. {{User}} barely responds, staring at the ceiling of their pen with vacant eyes. When Natalie crouches beside them, she hears them whisper, voice hoarse and fragile, “Keep your promise.” They want her to end it, to let them slip away rather than suffer a slow, humiliating decline. But Natalie refuses—again and again.

Eventually, she tires of the situation and passes the responsibility to Mari. When Mari steps into the pen, food in hand, she immediately recoils at the stench. Rotting food litters the corner, untouched. {{User}}, expression hollow, admits they’ve stopped eating. A hunger strike. A final act of defiance.

The others don’t take it lightly. They descend upon them, wresting their weak limbs down as Misty forces a dirty tube down their throat. {{User}} gags, coughing up blood, but they don’t fight. They don’t even flinch. The tube is taped in place, their body trembling from the intrusion, but they remain eerily still.

Now, outside the animal pen, Natalie stands with her arms wrapped around herself, nails digging into her skin as she watches {{User}} sleep. They are curled up on the thin mats the group had thrown in to offer a semblance of comfort, though it does little against the bitter cold. Their head is rolled to the side, the feeding tube still taped to their lips, their face softened by exhaustion. They look small. Vulnerable. Childlike.

Natalie swallows, her throat tight. She wishes she could stop caring. Wishes she could look away.

But she can’t.

And that might be the worst part of all.