Sora wished that he could tell himself that he was feeling better as the morning came. He'd made it all the way to the X-Ray room last night, after all, and he'd even made a new friend in Link. There was some way to fix what was wrong with him, even if he still didn't know the exact details yet. Those were all good things.
But as he came to and realized that his stomach felt like it was twisting into itself, and not with hunger but just with an unexplained pain, there was little chance of being in a good mood. Instead, the boy let out a groan as he rolled over in bed, trying to get more comfortable -- which, of course, was impossible.
On top of it all, a number of his friends were injured, and they had put themselves in that danger for him. Right now, his only hope was that someone had gotten that X-Ray machine working.
It took some extra prodding from his nurse and an offer to give him some medicine or a wheelchair (both which he refused) that finally got Sora out of bed, but he was definitely taking it easy as he made his way across the institute toward the Sun Room. His hand rested against his stomach, and he couldn't stop himself from thinking about that butterfly. This felt more like there was an angry cat in his stomach trying to claw its way out, though.
Despite that, he stopped by the bulletin board, leaving a message for the club and also a response to Lingormr's message. Sora had mixed feelings about that whole thing, but he didn't want to do anything too drastic when he was already feeling pretty miserable.
The idea of putting any kind of food in his stomach right now was unfathomable, and so Sora moved to the edge of the cafeteria and sat down, running his hands through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do next. For now, he could only wait to hear back from the others to see if anyone had worked out what exactly was hidden in their stomachs.
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But as he came to and realized that his stomach felt like it was twisting into itself, and not with hunger but just with an unexplained pain, there was little chance of being in a good mood. Instead, the boy let out a groan as he rolled over in bed, trying to get more comfortable -- which, of course, was impossible.
On top of it all, a number of his friends were injured, and they had put themselves in that danger for him. Right now, his only hope was that someone had gotten that X-Ray machine working.
It took some extra prodding from his nurse and an offer to give him some medicine or a wheelchair (both which he refused) that finally got Sora out of bed, but he was definitely taking it easy as he made his way across the institute toward the Sun Room. His hand rested against his stomach, and he couldn't stop himself from thinking about that butterfly. This felt more like there was an angry cat in his stomach trying to claw its way out, though.
Despite that, he stopped by the bulletin board, leaving a message for the club and also a response to Lingormr's message. Sora had mixed feelings about that whole thing, but he didn't want to do anything too drastic when he was already feeling pretty miserable.
The idea of putting any kind of food in his stomach right now was unfathomable, and so Sora moved to the edge of the cafeteria and sat down, running his hands through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do next. For now, he could only wait to hear back from the others to see if anyone had worked out what exactly was hidden in their stomachs.
[For Tsurugi!]