Gone. Sechs' first real friend was gone, leaving him with deep uncertainty of his future and the welfare of his remaining allies. All he had to show for the night before was the damning rash that had emerged upon his hand, while the sickening fatigue and trembling still plagued the despondent Replica.
When he was woken up that morning, all Sechs wanted was to stay in bed and sleep off the pain, but his nurse insisted on him getting up for another trip to Doyleton. As much as he wanted to resist the nurse's aggravating chiding, he couldn't bear to show any weakness or defeat to the institute that took away so much from him. So after a couple of tries against the weakness in his muscles and knees, Sechs rose out of bed and silently changed into his arranged set of clothing for the day.
Too numb in the brain to think much, Sechs felt as hollow as the ring of rashes that marked his left hand. He didn't even have the energy to care about the third weird cat shirt he had been given to wear, along with the usual pair of baggy jeans and a black coat to keep him warm against the chilly morning air. As he stepped into the bus with his lunch bag, the only positive feeling he had was a hint of relief that his coat sleeves were long enough to hide the rash on his hand. Yet such gratitude was soured by shame; a warrior like him shouldn't hide like this, but right then he just couldn't cope with this new set of problems...
Keeping his gaze fixed on the narrow, dirty floor, Sechs avoided eye contact with the other patients, intent on finding an empty seat in the back. By the time he found a decent spot and shuffled his way in to lean against the window, he was already feeling out of breath and shaky. His head was throbbing painfully from his effort. Groaning softly, Sechs dropped his head against the seat in front of him. It felt like his illness had gotten worse, like how the redness on his hand had spread up past his wrist. If only he could ask Kibitoshin to use some of his Ki energy to heal--
No. Don't think about it. Sechs' face screwed up in pain, his eyes tightly shut as he forced out any thoughts of the night before. If he could just rest without thinking much during this trip, maybe he'll feel better enough to deal with all this... Just don't think about it...
[Free but very tired and not terribly responsive...]
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When he was woken up that morning, all Sechs wanted was to stay in bed and sleep off the pain, but his nurse insisted on him getting up for another trip to Doyleton. As much as he wanted to resist the nurse's aggravating chiding, he couldn't bear to show any weakness or defeat to the institute that took away so much from him. So after a couple of tries against the weakness in his muscles and knees, Sechs rose out of bed and silently changed into his arranged set of clothing for the day.
Too numb in the brain to think much, Sechs felt as hollow as the ring of rashes that marked his left hand. He didn't even have the energy to care about the third weird cat shirt he had been given to wear, along with the usual pair of baggy jeans and a black coat to keep him warm against the chilly morning air. As he stepped into the bus with his lunch bag, the only positive feeling he had was a hint of relief that his coat sleeves were long enough to hide the rash on his hand. Yet such gratitude was soured by shame; a warrior like him shouldn't hide like this, but right then he just couldn't cope with this new set of problems...
Keeping his gaze fixed on the narrow, dirty floor, Sechs avoided eye contact with the other patients, intent on finding an empty seat in the back. By the time he found a decent spot and shuffled his way in to lean against the window, he was already feeling out of breath and shaky. His head was throbbing painfully from his effort. Groaning softly, Sechs dropped his head against the seat in front of him. It felt like his illness had gotten worse, like how the redness on his hand had spread up past his wrist. If only he could ask Kibitoshin to use some of his Ki energy to heal--
No. Don't think about it. Sechs' face screwed up in pain, his eyes tightly shut as he forced out any thoughts of the night before. If he could just rest without thinking much during this trip, maybe he'll feel better enough to deal with all this... Just don't think about it...
[Free but very tired and not terribly responsive...]