Knock Knock, Wellness Check [Liltotto, Giselle]

There was a feeling of lingering worry with hearing of Giselle's quick discharge from the hospital. If it were anyone else, Liltotto would be relieved, but Giselle had an unhealthy streak of hiding crap and making herself less of a burden to others; she didn't fully trust that the woman was fully taken care of, but at the same time, it's not like she was like everyone else... But then again, this was hollow poisoning - something that no Quincy should take lightly.

Appearing at the door of her apartment, she'd knock with a sense of haste, as she wasn't able to reach her via phone call. Dropping in unannounced was hardly an extreme step, especially with what's been going on, and she just needed to keep giving herself tasks to complete. That sort of fixation was what kept her going through this, after all.

"Giselle, open up. I'm home."

Her scent was weak, even so Liltotto had searched around for any spare keys, happening upon the one atop the door as she'd hastily unlock the door. There was another scent paired with Giselle's - a slight tinge of spice; Hollow. One of her hands squeezed into a fist as she'd immediately grab her buzzing phone out of her pocket, barely reading the text before putting things back in order and rushing to the hospital.

Things were in fact, very much not fine, she would not believe it.

Her momentum slowed at the check-in desk, she would proceed without hesitation to the room Giselle was placed in, practically skidding to a stop at the doorway, panting and wide-eyed.

"Giselle?" She'd speak her name between pants.

"I can smell the blood from here Giselle."

Her tone was flat and unamused, stepping into the room with her arms firmly at her side, a rising look of upset in her eyes as she'd march to Giselle's bedside, offhandedly refusing the request to sit, instead choosing to stand next to her bed with a stern stare.

"How long are you going to do this shit?" She'd start, gesturing a hand up for a second, "How long are you going to keep hiding shit from me? Especially important stuff like, like whether or not you're okay? I'm not stupid, Giselle! I can literally smell the residual hollow reiatsu on you right now! You should know that, but you're still trying to hide the reality from me!"

Pressing her palms against her face, she'd groan, letting out a deep sigh, "How am I supposed to help, or know what's going on, or keep up with you if you don't tell me things? I'm not five anymore, Giselle, you don't gotta run everything through a filter!"

Her hands squeezed into fists, an awful feeling in her gut as Giselle spoke. Of course it wasn't the first time she got hollow reiatsu in her, that wasn't what she was worried about - it was how long it took for the reiatsu to dispel that worried her. Usually she was right as rain not too long after incidents like that - the last time she ever gave concern for that was when she was a tiny, mute child in a less developed time, fretting over how much her remaining mother figure stank of the beasts that threatened their kind.

Her frustration would wane with seeing just how frail and sickly Giselle was, barely able to sit up and give her a simple gesture of affection. It honestly scared her in a way she couldn't put into words. Amber eyes hot with annoyance softened into pure concern, wide with feeling as she listened to Giselle go on, the information paving a road to a conclusion that filled her with indescribable dread.

It drew her back to a time where she was just a tiny thing, going about a wartorn field, smelling the strong scent of her mother strewn across a field. Left alone, no one to give her comfort as all she could do was shut down, the one person who acted as a parent for her after hers' had died - gone without so much as a goodbye.

"You're gonna die," She didn't even break her gaze as shock had her, backing up to quietly sit on the chair, her voice barely above a whisper, "That's what you're gonna tell me, aren't you? That you dunno you're gonna pull through this time."

She forced her breathing to stay under control, almost choking on her breath as she felt her heart thrum in her chest, a knot in her throat as the only visible sign of the amount of feelings she was experiencing was the wideness of her eyes, focused on Giselle, refusing to well with tears - she couldn't break down here, not in front of her.

Be it the increasing hunger or her own welling emotions, she felt devastated as she listened to Giselle's rundown, her gaze following to the letter at her bedside. She only felt worse - If she had resolved to resign, it was truly a bad situation.

"..'M sorry." She'd breathe in response, "I've been slacking, Giselle. I thought everything would be fine if I just coasted along, did my work, and kept my head down. That I didn't need to improve. Just like before, I guess - I let everything pass me by til something nuked everything."

Her hands were clasped tightly together as she spoke, "Even if I was here, I wouldn't have been any match for that kid. And that's my own fault; I just let my depressive spiral keep me thinkin' that everything ends and I can't do anything about it. But I could have, if I bothered to train myself properly."

She'd lift her head, tears glimmering in her eyes as she was trying to keep a calm face, "..You gotta live, Giselle... At least so I can give you one last chance to not let you down. I'm gonna try to be somebody who can protect home - and my home is the Quincy. I don't want to lose you cuz I had my back turned again... I promise I won't be a depressed lazy piece of shit another day if you just keep living..."