Night 57: Medical Wing Hall

[purgatio]

[from here]

He glanced idly at the doorways as they passed them, and yet still none read infirmary. "It's only a waste of time," he replied. "If you can't find them. Which would be a bit pathetic in a small building like this."

There was another hallway to the left and Albedo ducked into it, coming up short. Draping his hands behind his head, he walked back to the other, tilting his head. "Especially since I saw Sora about twenty minutes ago. Hopeful with hair at unrealistic angles?" Which would make sense. Sora was sky and didn't Riku speak as shore?

It was annoying, that. It spoke of a beach, and that reminded him too much of a girl.

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[ippo]

Unfortunately, it took one of those nasty bites to finally switch Ippo's engine into the right gear for flight. A sharp pair of pincers cut right through the stiff fabric of his pants and into his shin. He'd had bug bites before, but this was nothing like them. It was like the stings from an army of ants.

Those scrambling over his boots were shoved off with a large arm, and the boxer got to his feet, ignoring the strange ache as he staggered down the short hallway, skidded across the intersection, and barely made a left-hand turn without running into the opposite wall.

He noticed several patients up ahead that needed to be alerted to this quiet but terrorizing stampede of bugs that he was destined to bring with him.

"E-Excuse me, everyone!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Please be aware of the cockroaches on the floor! They will bite you!"

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

Stopping was a bad move. The roaches were faster at their enhanced size than most would take them for. Two were thrown onto their backs when Ippo shoved them off, leaving them helpless with soft bellies exposed, but the rest kept zooming down the hall after their prey, mindless but relentless. They covered the short distance quickly, a few climbing up onto the man's shoes and aiming to feast where their kin had fallen off.

[ippo]

The feel of those giant insects pulling at heels made him jump right off the linoleum witha well placed yelp. Ippo shook out hs legs as if his pants were on fire, hoping to dislodge what he could and crush any black bodies that fell under under his thick boots. Regret was the first emotion to rise up above the hysteria. The boxer didn't enjoy killing anything needlessly, but he was now faced with little choice. There was no Doctor to come swooping down to save Ippo from himself. Dying by bug horde was not how he wanted to be remembered!

So, keeping a close eye on his back, Ippo kept running forward, warning those he could and hoped he met with the infirmary sooner or later. If this was all an illusion, he needed some serious medical help in pill form.