Nightshift 24: Second M Block, Near the bathrooms and exit

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It wasn't a long way to go before he wound up at the doors leading out of the cellblock. Kimbley couldn't quite remember what room Wesker said he was in - not that it mattered - but he knew it would still be a while. The doors had just unlocked; he wasn't expecting anything, or anyone, else to show up and recognize him for a while.

Hah, although it would be deadly if Mustang showed up and saw him. Then he might have to forego traveling through this place with Wesker just to spend some time with his old friend. That would be more than worth the later bruises he got - or the current ones.

Now he was hoping Mustang arrived. Really, really hoping. He hadn't had fun since Lior; it was about time something happened.

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Smile? Smile? How did Robin expect him to smile at a time like this?

"I..." Tamaki started, waving vaguely at he bloody and mangled body of the cat. He had done that. And he was still bleeding, and he could still feel the heart-pounding terror of the attack. Shaking and damp, Tamaki doubled over and lost control of his stomach, wretching painfully in the dim hall. He had no such reservations about breaking down, not after what they had just been through.

"Hikaru..." he managed, after straightening as best he could and wiping his mouth with a shaking hand. "Hikaru's right. We need.... we...." Talking was hard. He wrapped his arms around himself, staining his shirt further with the blood from his arm.

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Robin hated to admit it but... these kids were soft. Not that he blamed them for being upset, heavens no. He was just from a world where bad things happened often, he supposed. People just went along with it a little easier.

Robin tied the 'bandage' round Hikaru, over the wound, and ruffled his hair.
He was going to forgive the bad language for now. The kid needed and outlet.

He then stood on the dressing gown and tore off the sleeves.
"Alright boys. This will have to do for now. We're going to find a lavatory and have a rest, clean up."
He passed Tamaki a sleeve for his leg.
"It was them or us," he pointed out. He grimaced as the boy threw up and gently squeezed his shoulder. He didn't think there was much he could say to help right now.

He then moved over to the other boy, holding the second sleeve out to tie around his arm.
"I'm Robin," he smiled. "You were very good back there, well done."

Once he was done, he patted his hips and looked at the cats.
"Right. You boys look over there, work out the quickest way to a bathroom."
He bent down, picked up the rest of his dressing gown and crouched beside one of the dead beasts. He didn't think the kids would want to see this. Hell, he didn't really want to DO it. He had friends with hands like this... But.. It had to be done. He wrapped his hand with the material of the robe and began to yank out the cats claws. It wasn't at all easy and even hurt despite the clothes protecting his hand. It only meant they'd be worth it. Blood squirted across the hall and over Robin, across his face. Even his lips, which he had to force himself not to lick out of habit.
He stopped at four. One for each of them. He'd try and pull off the gunky skin later before he handed them over.

Wiping his forehead with his arm, he stood and pocketed the claws.
"Right-oh. Off we go."
His robe was mangled and bloody and sleeveless, but he out it on regardless. It was suddenly a bit chilly out. Maybe he should have taken the fur too...

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Light's thoughts were honestly traveling somewhere along the same lines as Robin's were, but he didn't know that. He was more focused on trying to get his arm to stop bleeding, because while he was sure he had lost less blood than either Tamaki or Hikaru, the increasing feeling of lightheadedness was enough to make him worry. If he wanted to keep thinking at his usual speed, he was going to need to get his arm taken care of fast. L might not be around to take advantage of his sluggishness, but that didn't mean he could allow himself to become lazy.

He shot Tamaki a sympathetic look when he threw up, but like Robin, he didn't really have anything to say that would help. If he had known Tamaki better, it would have been a different story, but right now he was again faced with the mystery of just why the blond sounded so much like him. That and the lightheadedness was now accompanied by an entirely unwelcome feeling of nausea at the smell, which made it much harder for Light to maintain the stringent control he normally had over himself. He could tell without looking that he was now both pale and shaky, neither of which he had made the conscious decision to become. As far as he was concerned, that sealed the fate of the people who ran this place. Once he found out their names and faces...

He looked up gratefully when Robin approached with the makeshift bandage, and he held out his arm to make tying the sleeve around it easier for him. "My name is Light, and thank you. I couldn't have done it without your help." Which was true. If Robin hadn't knocked the thing down before it reached him like he had, he'd probably be in as bad shape as the others were.

Once that was finished, he nodded and began to look for the nearest bathroom, finally shifting the flashlight into his left hand and trying to ease the cramp that had formed in his right at the same time. Depending on how deep the cat's claws had gone, holding a pen or a pencil could end up being an extremely unpleasant experience for him. Good thing he could still write with his left.

He tried to ignore what Robin was doing to the cat's corpse as he searched, too. It was logical enough, but there had to be a better way for them to defend themselves than to steal the claws off of a dead cat.

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Hikaru was barely holding onto his composure by a thread. It wasn't helping that Tamaki was introducing the contents of his stomach to the floor, or that Robin was slowly extracting BODY PARTS from the now-deceased (well, they'd already looked--and smelled--pretty deceased before, but the last thing he wanted to think about was the prospect of ZOMBIE CREATURES running around Landel's) cats. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, but that only blocked out the sight. The smell was everywhere.

And it made his stomach want to rebel.

Swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat, the boy used the hand that wasn't holding the bandage up to see if he could spot the bathroom with his flashlight. He knew that there was one around here somewhere.

Ah. There.

Hikaru laboriously switched off his flashlight one-handed and tried to juggle it so that he could point a shaking finger in that direction. "I t-think it's over there..."

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It took Tamaki a moment to muster up the strength to reach out and take the sleeve. He just held it, his mind unable to comprehend what he was supposed to do with it. He'd just killed something. And he was still bleeding. His mind was protesting that any of this was really happening.

His eyes followed Hikaru's finger, blankly. He needed to get himself under control. What would Elena think, if she saw him like this? Or Ed?

"Let's go," he managed to say, his voice sounding hollow and from far away even to his own ears.

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