Between his fever and everything else, the world around him felt like it was going by in a blur. It had been like this on and off ever since he'd gotten drugged by those bastards on the bus. He was starting to wonder if they had put something else besides the usual in him. Even now, he felt like his head was swirling. And it was pounding with a horrible headache. As soon as Snow got back into his room, he had to sit down pretty much immediately.
Damn it. He'd never been sick for this long... or this badly, that he could remember. Not since he was very little. So why here of all places? And why now?! This was the worst possible time to be sitting still. He still needed to find where the people who were disappearing had gone to. That and... he needed to think of some way to get people out of here. A better way than last time. Several people had gotten really upset with him for that whole bus thing. Even though it hadn't been his fault, some of the comments people had shot at him over the bulletin really hit hard. Especially the one about how people had been put in danger because of him.
It had been days, but that still ate away at his conscience. His chest felt tight just thinking about it. Yeah, there was no way... no possible way he could just sit around and leave things like that. He had to make it up to everyone. But how? What could he possibly do? There had to be something. He just... had to find it was all. And until he found it, he'd just have to keep pushing forward.
...So there was no way he could continue wasting time just sitting around and doing nothing. Forget his head. It's not like a little illness was really going to keep him down. Just get your head back in the game and keep moving. Right? Yeah. People were waiting for him. Who was he to disappoint, right? ...But for now, he'd just rest a little bit longer.
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Damn it. He'd never been sick for this long... or this badly, that he could remember. Not since he was very little. So why here of all places? And why now?! This was the worst possible time to be sitting still. He still needed to find where the people who were disappearing had gone to. That and... he needed to think of some way to get people out of here. A better way than last time. Several people had gotten really upset with him for that whole bus thing. Even though it hadn't been his fault, some of the comments people had shot at him over the bulletin really hit hard. Especially the one about how people had been put in danger because of him.
It had been days, but that still ate away at his conscience. His chest felt tight just thinking about it. Yeah, there was no way... no possible way he could just sit around and leave things like that. He had to make it up to everyone. But how? What could he possibly do? There had to be something. He just... had to find it was all. And until he found it, he'd just have to keep pushing forward.
...So there was no way he could continue wasting time just sitting around and doing nothing. Forget his head. It's not like a little illness was really going to keep him down. Just get your head back in the game and keep moving. Right? Yeah. People were waiting for him. Who was he to disappoint, right? ...But for now, he'd just rest a little bit longer.