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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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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