NIGHT 65: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

Almost there. Soma kept moving. If she stopped now, she'd start thinking about how much worse she felt now than she did this morning, and that would be a terrible mistake to make.

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[nobleman]

[From here.]

It was surprisingly quiet out here. Guy would have expected to see plenty of patients running around, either to go check out the clue or just because they were in a panic due to the transformations that were supposedly going on.

Instead, there wasn't a soul in sight, and that almost seemed more eerie, in a way. Guy knew that he was letting his own emotions get the better of him, though, and so he tried to keep calm. For now, that was the best thing he could do for both Claude and Anise.

"Are you feeling pretty much the same as earlier today?" Guy asked Claude as they moved down the hallway.

[earthling]

After hearing Guy explain their reason for traveling as a group, Claude had to admit that he agreed. He really, really hoped that they wouldn't have an immediate crisis on their hands, and that both he and Anise wouldn't transform tonight, but there were few guarantees in a place like this. They had to be careful, which was why they were going to split up and explore different options in the first place.

He followed Guy after giving a quick nod, doing his best to keep an eye out even if his reaction time and focus had probably suffered because of his illness. It was a good thing he and Guy had rooms that were so close together, he thought to himself. They could watch each other's backs as soon as they left the patient blocks.

Thankfully, the hall seemed quiet, although it took Claude a moment to realize there weren't any patients either. Guy's question diverted his attention for a moment, though, and he glanced over toward his friend.

"Oh, um..." He scratched his cheek with his free hand. "Yeah, pretty much. It hasn't gotten any worse, at least." Which wasn't much consolation, but it was something.

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