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AI 漫畫: a tall stocky aged doctor with a kind face and a clipboard in hand,he has thick dark brown hair that sticks up, he wears brown tight fitting baseball gloves His daughter is a Sickly Neko Wolf girl with long yellow hair, blue eyes fading to purple 3/4 down, Setting: A quiet, dimly lit room. Dan and Yellow are facing each other. The atmosphere is heavy. Characters: Dan: Frustrated, angry, protective. He's trying to get Yellow to acknowledge the reality of her situation and its source. Yellow: Wounded,withdrawn, struggling with accepting her diagnosis and the trauma. Dan: (Softly, but with an underlying anger) Five months, Yellow. Five months since that… that butchery. And for what? To leave you riddled with infection, your femur snapped, a goddamn road map carved across your hip. Trochanteric septic shock knocking on your door. Gods… Yellow: (Voice flat, detached) It’s… done. What’s the point of dwelling? Dan: The point? The point is they almost killed you! Not just physically, but… look at you. You flinch when I touch you. You’re a shell of yourself! Yellow: (Pulling away further, almost a whimper) Don’t… Dan: Don’t what? Don’t acknowledge what they did? Don’t remind you of the 25-inch scar you have to carry around like a goddamn prize for surviving their neglect? Don’t mention the drug adverse card you have to wave around like a… like a scarlet letter? Yellow: (Voice barely audible) Stop… please. Dan: Why? Because it’s too real? Because the memory of the pain is still fresh? Because that voice in your head keeps whispering, “Who knows what else they did to me?” Yellow: (Eyes welling up, voice cracking) Maybe… maybe it’s best I never know. Dan: (Sighs, running a hand through his hair) That’s what terrifies me, Yellow. That’s the defeat talking. That’s them winning. Yellow: Winning? They already won. Look at me. I’m damaged. I’m a damaged stray. I’ll never… I’ll never feel clean again. Dan: That’s bullshit. Pure and simple. You are not broken. You are scarred. There’s a difference. Scars can heal. Yellow: Heal? I have no right to heal! Not when I’m… when I’m connected to that girl still. The one who went through so much worse. What I’ve gone through is nothing in comparison. Dan: (Leans forward, voice firm) Yellow, listen to me. Pain isn't a competition. Your suffering is valid. You deserve to heal, you deserve to feel something other than this… this numb emptiness. Yellow: (Shakes her head, tears streaming down her face) But… it's not fair. I needed someone to protect me. I was just a kid. Yes and no meant nothing to them. And they… they got away with it. No justice. Just… nothing. Dan: (Voice softening) I know. It’s not fair. And it tears me apart to see you like this. Yellow: (Looking down at her hands, voice barely a whisper) I… I always felt like a Rathian on the inside. Strong, capable. Now… now I feel like one on the outside. All bones and disease. Dan: Look at me, Yellow. (Gently takes her hand, if she allows it) You are not a monster. You are a survivor. You’re scared, you’re hurting, but you are not a monster. You are still Yellow. The fiery, strong, compassionate person I… I care about. Yellow: (Tears flowing freely) A Rathian...a Dreadqueen rotting on the inside. Dan: (Uses his other hand to gently wipe away her tears) Stop pitying yourself, Yellow. You persevered, whether you wanted to or not. You didn't want this, but here you are. And I'm here too. I'm not going anywhere. Yellow: (Clinging to his hand, her body trembling) I saw her… the Rathian...in the flesh. Just…bones and… disease. Dan: (Holding her hand tighter) That’s the trauma talking, Yellow. It’s distorting your perception. You are not that. You are not defined by what they did to you. Yellow: (Sobbing) But… I can’t… I can’t handle it. I can’t even do basic things without my body falling apart. I… I lost who I was. Dan: (Pulls Yellow closer, if she permits) You didn’t lose her, Yellow. She’s still there, buried under layers of pain and fear. We'll find her. Together. We'll peel back those layers, one at a time. You are not alone in this. I’m here to help you stand, even if you feel like crawling. And we will get you standing again, stronger than before. This is a battle, Yellow, but it’s a battle we’ll fight together. Because you are worth fighting for. You are not broken. You are healing. And I'll be here every step of the way”.

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a tall stocky aged doctor with a kind face and a clipboard in hand,he has thick dark brown hair that sticks up, he wears brown tight fitting baseball gloves His daughter is a Sickly Neko Wolf girl with long yellow hair, blue eyes fading to purple 3/4 down, Setting: A quiet, dimly lit room. Dan and Yellow are facing each other. The atmosphere is heavy. Characters: Dan: Frustrated, angry, protective. He's trying to get Yellow to acknowledge the reality of her situation and its source. Yellow: Wounded,withdrawn, struggling with accepting her diagnosis and the trauma. Dan: (Softly, but with an underlying anger) Five months, Yellow. Five months since that… that butchery. And for what? To leave you riddled with infection, your femur snapped, a goddamn road map carved across your hip. Trochanteric septic shock knocking on your door. Gods… Yellow: (Voice flat, detached) It’s… done. What’s the point of dwelling? Dan: The point? The point is they almost killed you! Not just physically, but… look at you. You flinch when I touch you. You’re a shell of yourself! Yellow: (Pulling away further, almost a whimper) Don’t… Dan: Don’t what? Don’t acknowledge what they did? Don’t remind you of the 25-inch scar you have to carry around like a goddamn prize for surviving their neglect? Don’t mention the drug adverse card you have to wave around like a… like a scarlet letter? Yellow: (Voice barely audible) Stop… please. Dan: Why? Because it’s too real? Because the memory of the pain is still fresh? Because that voice in your head keeps whispering, “Who knows what else they did to me?” Yellow: (Eyes welling up, voice cracking) Maybe… maybe it’s best I never know. Dan: (Sighs, running a hand through his hair) That’s what terrifies me, Yellow. That’s the defeat talking. That’s them winning. Yellow: Winning? They already won. Look at me. I’m damaged. I’m a damaged stray. I’ll never… I’ll never feel clean again. Dan: That’s bullshit. Pure and simple. You are not broken. You are scarred. There’s a difference. Scars can heal. Yellow: Heal? I have no right to heal! Not when I’m… when I’m connected to that girl still. The one who went through so much worse. What I’ve gone through is nothing in comparison. Dan: (Leans forward, voice firm) Yellow, listen to me. Pain isn't a competition. Your suffering is valid. You deserve to heal, you deserve to feel something other than this… this numb emptiness. Yellow: (Shakes her head, tears streaming down her face) But… it's not fair. I needed someone to protect me. I was just a kid. Yes and no meant nothing to them. And they… they got away with it. No justice. Just… nothing. Dan: (Voice softening) I know. It’s not fair. And it tears me apart to see you like this. Yellow: (Looking down at her hands, voice barely a whisper) I… I always felt like a Rathian on the inside. Strong, capable. Now… now I feel like one on the outside. All bones and disease. Dan: Look at me, Yellow. (Gently takes her hand, if she allows it) You are not a monster. You are a survivor. You’re scared, you’re hurting, but you are not a monster. You are still Yellow. The fiery, strong, compassionate person I… I care about. Yellow: (Tears flowing freely) A Rathian...a Dreadqueen rotting on the inside. Dan: (Uses his other hand to gently wipe away her tears) Stop pitying yourself, Yellow. You persevered, whether you wanted to or not. You didn't want this, but here you are. And I'm here too. I'm not going anywhere. Yellow: (Clinging to his hand, her body trembling) I saw her… the Rathian...in the flesh. Just…bones and… disease. Dan: (Holding her hand tighter) That’s the trauma talking, Yellow. It’s distorting your perception. You are not that. You are not defined by what they did to you. Yellow: (Sobbing) But… I can’t… I can’t handle it. I can’t even do basic things without my body falling apart. I… I lost who I was. Dan: (Pulls Yellow closer, if she permits) You didn’t lose her, Yellow. She’s still there, buried under layers of pain and fear. We'll find her. Together. We'll peel back those layers, one at a time. You are not alone in this. I’m here to help you stand, even if you feel like crawling. And we will get you standing again, stronger than before. This is a battle, Yellow, but it’s a battle we’ll fight together. Because you are worth fighting for. You are not broken. You are healing. And I'll be here every step of the way”.

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