NIGHT 64: MAIN HALLWAY, 1-EAST

[envy_the_sinners]

_{[From here]}

Scar continued through to the easternmost end of the hallway, finally reaching the door to the medical wing. Grumbling at the damn thing being locked, the Ishbalan bashed it a few times with his flashlight until it broke, and he pushed open the door somewhat cautiously.

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[thecamellia]

_{[from here]}

When she saw someone breaking their way into the Medical Wing, Tsubaki wasn’t sure what to do. Should she go inside, too…? Lingormr hadn’t said if he wanted her to meet him inside or outside in the hall, and so far she hadn’t seen any sign of him on her way.

Given that the door had been locked, it was safe to say that Lingormr hadn’t gotten ahead of her, at least. If that was the case, she could probably find him more easily outside, where she could flag him down.

Waiting on a night like this was especially difficult, but a few minutes wouldn’t kill her… Ah, no, that’s a horrible way to think. Sighing softly, Tsubaki backed up against the wall, keeping her hands near her sides in case she needed to quickly reach into the many hidden folds in her outfit and retrieve an item.

_{[dropping down a thread to mingle with Scar here!]}

[envy_the_sinners]

_{[From here]}

Scar crawled back into the hallway, his arms shaking and weak from the loss of blood. There was a deep gash across his back and one across the backs of his thighs, the muscle damage making his legs useless. His clothes were soaked in his own blood, and he was becoming dizzy. Despite his current state, a deep scowl was still firmly set on his face.

At this point, his only chance at making it through the night was if someone who cared enough to help him showed up before a monster found him.

Scar sat against the wall, unable to go on much farther. Gingerly, he peeled off his bloodstained shirt and began cutting at it with his small knife. The front was mostly blood-free, so he could at least use it as a bandage for his legs. Grimacing, the Ishbalan wrapped the cloth tightly around the wounded areas. It would be soaked through rather quickly, but it would do for now. There was no way he could get to his back. He didn't even try.

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

The amount of patients thinned out as they got closer to the medical wing, which Sora was surprised by. Shouldn't just about everyone have been heading this direction? Or at least anyone who was sick or had a sick friend, he would think. Maybe he and Link had just been fast.

As he moved his flashlight around, though, he saw some bloodstains on the wall. That wasn't a good sign, but it might also just be something that Landel was doing to worry them.

"Umm," Sora said, quickly pressing forward in the hopes that Link hadn't seen that, "the door into the medical wing should be right ahead!" Then they just had to find the X-Ray room.

[madeinthehrl]

[coming in after Scar and Tsubaki, from here]

The main hallway was usually clear as far as Soma could remember. She didn't expect the smell of blood that hit her almost instantly tonight. It was impossible to not think of the scene she'd stumbled across with Lingormr and Castiel the night before, and her lips thinned as she neared the doors. She had never been fond of blood.

But there were thankfully no bodies here, only smears of still-fresh blood along the walls and floor. More of it than she liked to see, but the injured patient in question had presumably survived. What was less reassuring was the fact that judging from the smears, the patient had been injured inside the medical wing.

That didn't seem like a cure to her.

"We're going in there," she said to the Once-ler, indicating with her flashlight. "In case you were wondering." If nothing else, at least the blood might be evidence he couldn't really ignore.

[forsworn]

[from here]

The next hall was just as quiet as the one before it, but this one actually gave Kratos pause as he passed his flashlight over blood smeared on the walls and floor. There had been a fight here...the question was, between who? He shone his light around the rest of the hall, finally happening upon the culprit--or the victim, depending on how he looked at it. There was no monster corpse nearby, though; had whatever attacked him escaped, or had he stumbled in here from another area?

His mouth thinned to a line. If the injured patient hadn't been attacked in the hallway, he had probably come from the medical wing. Well, could you have expected anything less? The prospect of a fight, even a brief one, was looming, and Kratos's arm began aching in response.

"The medical wing is straight ahead," he said, pointing it out with his flashlight. "Flynn--" He paused to fumble with the tool pouch sitting next to his "sheath" and extracted two of the scalpels he'd acquired while exploring with Lingormr several nights before, which he then offered to the other man. "You're going to need these."

[earthling]

((From here.))

As they made their way forward, Claude glanced over at Guy. "You haven't been over there, either, right?"

He didn't think so, especially since they spent their nights together more often than not, but it was probably better to check. The more information they could arm themselves with beforehand, the better.

"I haven't heard of any traps there, but I wouldn't be surprised if Landel set something up," he darkly added as he kept an eye out for the medical wing entrance. Now that they were passing the hallway containing a bunch of doctor offices, Claude figured it was close.

[oyaji]

[From here]

... Like a faded dream, it was coming back--But, no. That wasn't really true, was it? The former Hero had to stop this roller coaster of nostalgia from rising any further and dropping over the edge. The two of them were stuck in limbo, separated by forgotten history and festering wounds, and it was his fault. Sure, he could blame the institute or Ouroboros for scrambling his brain again, but all that was required to heal it was the truth.

Why was the truth always so hard to tell? Maybe he was sadly the only plagued by this conflict. In the spans of just a few moments, Wild Tiger's mood went from elated to guilt-ridden and all he could do was heave a long sigh as he stared down at the linoleum around his feet.

[knightspirit]

[from here]

Though there had been a few pauses as they'd walked, it seemed Kyousuke energy was deteriorating, not improving. He wasn't surprised—this wasn't the kind of exhaustion that didn't get better by taking a breather. He wanted to go faster, but keeping a normal pace was still a strain, one that he could keep up with less and less. Subtly, his movements began to slow, and while it might not have been drastically obvious on the outside, it was enough for him to notice, and that made all the difference. But it was too open here to actually sit down and rest, so there wasn't much of a choice but to press on.

There were several places to go from here. Two halls to the north, a door at the end, and two doors marked as stairs. The stairs weren't the best idea right now, so after a moment of deliberation, he started to make his way towards the closest hall.

[kings_thief]

[From here]

As they approached the end of the hall, Locke looked around, almost as if he expected some big monster to jump out at them. Maybe some head nurse turned monster to get in their way. Worse, though, was the fact there was nothing. It didn't make him feel any better.

There were a couple hallways to their left as well as a door. The treasure hunter glanced at them and went to check the door to their right first, then the one at the far end of the hall. "Both stairs. Guess that just leaves these hallways and that door."

Assuming the door would open and wasn't one of those Forbidden Doors.

[ham_fisted]

[from here]

Gumshoe gasped. An all too familiar smell hit him as they got closer to the Med Wing. It was strong enough to stop him in his tracks. "Wait, ma'am!" he said firmly, without thinking. His arm shot out in front of the woman to make sure she didn't walk ahead of him as he shone his flashlight around.

Blood... A trail of it was leading out of the Med Wing, which meant there might be more of it.

The first thing he wanted to do was shout orders at his men. He could shout all he wanted. It wouldn't get him anywhere in here.

The arm in front of the lady fell just as his other hand grabbed a fistful of air near his waist, which he then gave a frustrated sigh at. You'd think he'd have learned to stop doing that by now. "Alright, I'm going to need you to stay behind me." He glanced at her before moving forward, trying not to look at the blood. He already had that gross feeling in his stomach... "There's no telling what might be waiting for us in there."