Women's Bathrooms (F01-F40)

[no_dont_go]

[from here]

Aigis arrived at the rendezvous point in good time, her mind still whirling with thoughts on the I.R.I.S. She was thankful for the distraction from the rash that blushed her arm and caused her heart irregular palpitations, though the transformation was always tickling at the corner of her mind. If she did change she only hoped it would be after she managed to help her fellow patient. And also, she hoped it would be slow enough to give her time to track down Aidou for his assistance in the matter.

Taking a deep breath and attempt to still her mind, Aigis moved to the sinks and turned on the faucet. To her dismay, the water that poured out was dingy at best. No good if they actually did have to flush a wound. Unfortunate.

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[she_is_ruin]

_{[from here]}

Yomi didn’t know what to expect when she reached the meeting spot, and neither was she entirely confident she’d made the wisest decision in broaching the subject of healing with the rest of the prisoner population. But what was there to fear if something did go wrong? Wasn’t the sesshouseki’s presence enough to dispel most concerns?

If she couldn’t die after having her chest blown up, an attempt at healing wouldn’t kill her. And if her little helper happened to be less than sincere about their motives, well, it was rather hard to keep a Category A down for long. Clearly.

The door to the bathroom was standing open by the time she crossed the cell block; she stepped inside with her head cocked, flashlight held at the ready. "Anybody home?"