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damned_institute2012-03-21 01:21 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-21 01:21 pm
Night 62: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Even though Harvey knew that it would make more sense to wait until he'd run into someone else who he could question about what he'd missed, that didn't stop his mind from speculating even further. His own situation -- why he'd slept so long, how much had gone on while he'd been unconscious -- was obviously his largest concern, but now he was also directing some of his attention to what he remembered of Landel's announcement.
Turning into monsters. It had seemed like some sort of analogy before, but now that he was more awake Harvey had to consider the possibility that it was completely literal. He had no idea if he was experiencing any symptoms, but he also didn't know what he would need to look out for.
With everything else that was going on, that was really the least of his concerns at the moment. If he started vomiting blood or breaking out into sweats, he'd start to worry. But seeing how he'd been in his room this whole time, he doubted that he'd caught whatever might be going around the institute.
That was one consolation, at least. And now he was almost at the main hall, so he'd get to see if he was somehow the only patient left or if he was just overreacting.
[To here.]
Even though Harvey knew that it would make more sense to wait until he'd run into someone else who he could question about what he'd missed, that didn't stop his mind from speculating even further. His own situation -- why he'd slept so long, how much had gone on while he'd been unconscious -- was obviously his largest concern, but now he was also directing some of his attention to what he remembered of Landel's announcement.
Turning into monsters. It had seemed like some sort of analogy before, but now that he was more awake Harvey had to consider the possibility that it was completely literal. He had no idea if he was experiencing any symptoms, but he also didn't know what he would need to look out for.
With everything else that was going on, that was really the least of his concerns at the moment. If he started vomiting blood or breaking out into sweats, he'd start to worry. But seeing how he'd been in his room this whole time, he doubted that he'd caught whatever might be going around the institute.
That was one consolation, at least. And now he was almost at the main hall, so he'd get to see if he was somehow the only patient left or if he was just overreacting.
[To here.]
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Running, jogging, even if it made that slight headache a bit worse, certainly woke him up. He turned the corner into the next hall and stopped, feeling woozy. Maybe he wasn't awake yet after all. Ritsuka wasn't sure why he felt so terrible, but he chalked it up to sleeping all day - and last night.
Last night, mostly, he realized, putting a hand to the wall to guide him as he walked. He kept his flashlight off, even if it was in his hands, to avoid detection. A boy alone would draw attention, unwanted attention, and even if he didn't know where he was going, he had somewhere he wanted to go.
Just a bit further. He was certain the others would have to pass the main hall and maybe he could catch them there. Or maybe he could find Klavier and ask him to talk about Yomi. Someone, anyone, just so she wouldn't be forgotten. Ritsuka ad to know so that someone did. Someone who wouldn't want to recall her and the terrible fate she suffered.
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