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Day 65: 3rd Shift: Courtyard
[From here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
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At the very least, there was still time to work out a method that would verify the clue's accuracy once and for all. If they could at least prove there was something foreign in the sick prisoners' bodies that needed removing, that would save a lot of unnecessary pain if people opted for a surgery and ended up finding nothing...
Assuming the physical trauma of the whole thing wasn't too much. Strange that now of all times she sorely missed Professor Stein's dissection skills.
But she wasn't going to worry about that, no. There were options. Ways to make a cure safer if not painless. Straightening, Tsubaki let her hands drop, fixing Leanne with a look that didn't let any doubt show through. "Do you have anyone looking into things with you? If you want, you could come with me? We could go to the Medical Wing, figure something out. I'm sure there must be others considering taking an x-ray, as well. I'm helping someone heal from some injuries tonight, but he also appears to be sick, so I bet he'll be thinking along those lines, too."
Or there was just... the chance for company. There was always that, too.
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Then again, in the end, she hadn't even had to truly ask here either, had she? Tsubaki was offering to help, perfectly willing to do whatever she could, as she always did.
"I'll go with you, yeah. Thank you..." She looked up at the girl, her smile widening. "Going to the Medical Wing can't hurt anyway."
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If the man on the radio or whoever was sending out the clues really intended to help them, hopefully any further information that came from him wouldn’t mean too much of a detour.
Tsubaki put her hand to her chin to think for another moment. Eventually, she said, “If you don’t mind waiting, how about I come to your room in the girls’ block?”
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Besides, this wasn't even a certain death, not like before. There was no reason to be afraid now, not when they could do something.
"It's fine! I'll wait for you before we go there." Leanne nodded, already feeling much better than before she'd run into Tsubaki. "My room's F9."