Day 63: Bus 3 (Evening)

[lighthearted]

Sora had to admit, that soup had definitely hit the spot even if he'd had to force the first few bites down. His stomach was full and warm and while the fever was definitely still there, it felt more manageable now that he had some fuel in his system. It was too bad he couldn't carry a water bottle around or something, since that would have also been a help with cooling him down.

Then again, the wind seemed to be doing a fine job of that on its own. A nurse made sure to walk with him as they moved back toward the buses, doing her best to shield him from the wind with her body. It was something that Sora actually appreciated; she didn't have to do that, after all, and with how weak he felt right now fighting the wind was pretty tough.

Still, they made it back safe and sound, and Sora boarded the bus, realizing at a delay that he hadn't even bought anything on the trip. It was a waste, but he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. He already had enough on his mind as it was. Like the fact that he hadn't seen Riku and Kairi all day and couldn't have told them about his illness even if he wanted to. He'd at least had the chance to make plans with Tsubaki, but still, where were his friends? If there was a time when they should have been around, it was now.

Sora leaned against the window, keeping an eye on the other patients that were approaching. He wiped his hand over his forehead and found that it was still covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Not much he could do about that unless he found some medicine or Dr. Facilier worked out a cure. One step at a time, right? He could beat this.

[For Albedo and Nigredo.]

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[forsworn]

Kratos sighed. Was that a jab at everyone else too, now? "There are more pressing issues at stake right now than his childish desire for meaningless heroics." This was so misplaced, so inappropriate that his previous fleeting desire to join in and punch a nurse totally faded away in the face of a new urge to punch the tall blond instead. Landel had just placed another obstacle in their path, and as frustrating as that was, they needed to address it because no one really deserved to be turned into a monster.

(It hadn't touched a nerve at all. He wasn't especially enraged by it at all.)

"Though, I suppose for some, thinking with your head might be too much to ask."

[brokensmolder]

And then the hero at the front of the bus punched a (mostly) defenseless woman. In the stomach. Eugene's sympathy for his cause dried up pretty much instantly.

Saying that he wasn't overly fond of these women and the whole completely messed up situation he had been in for the last twelve hours or so would be a gross understatement. Still, he liked to think of himself as a marginally chivalrous person and hitting a woman crossed a line.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

(Not that he hadn't fantasized about doing something similar this morning once he'd finished drooling all over his puffy blue vest.)

He turned to the guy across the aisle. "Can you believe this?"

[forsworn]

"Hm?" Kratos looked up from the far more interesting loose piece of fluff hanging out of the seat cover in time to watch a fight break out in earnest.

"Fantastic," he muttered under his breath. It had only been a matter of time, he supposed. People who didn't think with their head usually thought with their fists instead. With luck, it would be resolved quickly, before the violence had time to spread to the entirety of the bus. Spare me. Usually, he said it sardonically, but right now, he really was hoping that they would in fact be spared. A promising sign was the general lack of reaction to the violence: it seemed everyone at least recognized to some degree the futility of retaliation.

He turned to face the other man. "Don't do anything stupid. You'll only make things worse." The nurses knew what they were doing, as strange as it was to actually place his confidence in them.