Night 57: Medical Wing Hall

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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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While Zack wished there was something he could do, it wasn't like he could place a hand on Rose's shoulder or even ask her if she was okay. He could have drawn closer, but in his state he was sure that that would only make things worse. Instead he simply sat there on his haunches, waiting for Rose to regain her composure.

He shook his head when she apologized and then got to his feet again, glancing around to make sure that they were relatively alone. No monsters to be seen and any other patients were off in the distance. That was for the best.

And then, suddenly, there was relief. It took Zack a moment to figure out why, but eventually he realized that Rose's flashlight had turned off. She was fighting to get it to work again, but he really preferred it dark like this. He could see just fine without the light, although he realized that Rose's human eyes wouldn't be nearly as proficient in the darkness.

In fact, Rose seemed pretty freaked out by what had happened. Zack wasn't sure if it was just her nerves or if she had a legitimate fear of the dark, but the panic in her voice set him on edge as well. Had the thing just run out of batteries? In that case -- wait, where were his things? He'd been so busy adapting to his new form that he'd completely forgotten about his flashlight and short sword.

They had to still be in the infirmary somewhere. Letting out another whine, he raced over to the infirmary door and scratched at it, hoping that Rose would understand what he was getting at.

[ex_rosebuds752]

Her eyes were focusing a little, enough to make outlines. And movement. Why was there movement? She was thankful for enhanced senses beyond what normal humans had, even though it still seemed a little stifled here. Darkness had never been an issue for her before waking up here. She didn't even know why it was an issue now, only that being in the dark, right here and right now, was a Very Bad Thing. And she could still see things moving where there shouldn't be anything.

A whisper of air brushed against her cheek and she moved, spinning faster than human eyes should be able to follow, her back pressed against the wall by the infirmary door. "Shit," she hissed out again, barely paying attention to Zack's whine this time, her focus completely shot in the rush of fear-driven adrenaline. "I have to get out of here. There's... there's things..."

Another shadow moved, off to her right, and that was enough to spur her in the opposite direction, backing away down the hallway in the direction they'd originally come from, her useless flashlight gripped in her right hand like a weapon.

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It was clear that he was no longer getting through to her. Zack didn't know if he could blame himself for that, though -- if Rose had actually been paying attention, she probably would have figured it out. But she couldn't exactly do that when she seemed to be having a mild panic attack, and Zack was still trying to figure out why. They had come down this way to get to the infirmary originally and she'd been completely fine, so why was she acting so scared now? Did it all have to do with that blood that she'd smelled?

But then, suddenly, it hit him. They'd thought she was immune at first because it hadn't been so obvious, but in reality Rose had also suffered some sort of side effect from the drug that she'd taken. She had a crippling of fear of... well, of something.

All she said was that there were "things," so it was possible she was hallucinating. Zack felt for her, since even if he was currently not himself, at least his mind wasn't having tricks played on it. A physical change versus a mental one -- it almost seemed like this had been planned. But he couldn't think too much on it now since Rose was racing back down the hall, and Zack didn't hesitate to follow. She didn't seem scared of him, strangely enough, and so he was going to stick with her no matter what. He doubted she would do well if she was left alone.

[ex_rosebuds752]

She could hear the click of Zack's nails on the tile behind her, following her. Despite the fact that Rose knew it was him, the sound still sent cold chills down her spine, her breath coming in panicky gasps. Something loomed in front of her and a shriek left her lips before she realized it was a wall. Another hallway. Completely disoriented now, her fingers reached out, guiding herself down in a new direction, stopping when she found a door. Another room.

Her hands were scrabbling for the handle an instant later. It was locked or jammed or something, but in the dark, she couldn't tell, and in a moment of extreme frustration, she slammed the handle of the flashlight against the knob with a strained curse.

Miracle of miracles. The lock snapped, the door bouncing inwards from the force of her blow. And what was better, the flashlight flared back on, dimmer than before, but welcome all the same.

"Oh, thank all the gods," she whispered fervently, clutching it in a rush of relief that made her knees week as she staggered into the room.

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