damned_institute | Day 65: Intercom, Evening

"... But I would like to incorporate healthy eating into my diet if possible!" Lee argued with his nurse on the way to his room for the night. So far all of his pleas had fallen on deaf ears, but Lee was not the type to give up! Unfortunately, neither was his nurse.

"We just can't let anyone use the kitchen, alright, Bruce?" Nurse Todd sighed and opened the door to a room, Room M5, and led Lee in. He motioned to one of the desks, where a fresh meal had been set out. Lee noticed another similar tray was on the other desk, but to whom that belonged Lee could not guess.

"Just try to enjoy what you have now, okay?" Todd smiled, giving Lee a gentle nudge towards the desk chair. "If you stay here long enough and remain on your best behavior..." The man shrugged, smiling. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get special permission to use the kitchen. But let's not think about that. Just worry about your recovery." And with a quick goodnight, the male nurse left, leaving Lee to his own thoughts.

The shinobi, having been trained and forewarned enough to remain idle, did not immediately sit down for dinner. Instead, he began examining the room and determined not to leave one corner untouched.

Today was much like yesterday had been, except for the happy addition of abdominal cramps. L took a moment after the nurse left to stow the most conspicuous and sensitive items that had been returned to him either in the closet or in the desk drawer. When he had finished, he cast a glum look at the tray on his desk.

Herb chicken.... Could he eat? He tried to skip meals as little as possible, even when it was hard for him to choke down whatever was on the menu: when it came to weighing eating food he disliked against the idea of being too weak to defend himself at night, the choice was obvious... even if the pink porridge had tested his resolve. But if there was a foreign object in his stomach... was it causing problems with digestion? Would adding food to it now make the situation worse later? At lunch, he had already considered the idea that the cramping could be caused by some kind of digestive blockage... but if that were the case, he probably would have vomited up what he had consumed earlier in the day.

He decided to compromise: he'd eat a few bites of everything. Enough to tide him over, enough that hunger wouldn't be a distraction, but not enough that he'd be trying to move around on a full stomach, or dealing with the possible consequences of having eaten so much. There were already the ramifications of moving around at night at all when he felt the way he did. Desperation was a good motivator. It would be better to push himself than to die for lack of trying.

He sighed, still skeptical, now resigned. Lifting the fork by the end of its handle, he then inserted the tines delicately into the chicken breast and peeled away a small strip of meat. It would be irritating if this turned out to be his last meal.

Edited 2012-08-07 08:13 (UTC)

That meeting had certainly been.... something. Kyousuke was glad to be escorted away, both for the fact he wouldn't have to listen to any more nonsense, and the fact this meant night was that much closer. Just a bit longer, and he'd finally get to actually do something about this instead of keeping his head tucked down like a good patient. Day may have been good for exchanging information, but it still wasn't proactive enough for his tastes, a fact which had been aggravating him the entire day. But it was the most logical approach, so he supposed he'd just have to bear with it.

He noticed the room the nurse was taking him to was different than the one he'd woken up in, and he made note of the halls they passed so that he wouldn't have any trouble when he left. He also noticed one of the doors he passed was the number Sora had given him, which was good. That made keeping an eye on him a lot easier.

He was only half-listening when his nurse left him in the room with talk of getting along with his roommate, and opted to roll onto his bed instead of touching the tray of food left for him. He could always eat it later, after all, and right now he wanted to try and enjoy a single moment of peace, even if it lasted only minutes, or even seconds; apparently, this place didn't believe in alone time. He didn't have any animosity towards socializing, exactly, but it could definitely be draining, and he could use some time to recharge.

That was the second time he'd heard the head doctor's voice over the... intercom? That was what Tsurugi had called it. This time he hadn't been busy talking to someone when the intercom had turned on, so while the doctor spoke he'd tried to search for the source of the man's voice in the room. Maybe that would help give him a clue about how to find the man. Even if it didn't, trying was better than just waiting around for the nurse to take him to dinner.

Unfortunately, he'd had no luck finding the source before his nurse found him. Lloyd had eyed the man, seriously debating resisting going anywhere with him. Still, it was just dinner. It couldn't hurt to eat before he set about making a serious attempt to do something about this place. So, he'd followed along cooperatively enough, peppering the nurse with questions.

"What part of the world is this place in?"

"When can I see the doctor?"

"Can I get my things back?"

The answers didn't leave him feeling any more satisfied than before, and his notable confusion when the nurse had answered the first question was still hanging there in the back of his head. Granted, geography wasn't really his strongest subject, and even more so if they were talking about Tethe'alla, but he'd still looked at maps when they were travelling, and the name of this area didn't sound at all familiar to him.

The minute he'd starting asking about the things Tsurugi had told him, though, about being held prisoner, about patients being brainwashed, being turned into monsters, his nurse had given him a very stern look.

"Nigel, I understand that you're confused, that you're still not feeling well, but you need to remember that some of the other patients here are just as confused as you. It wouldn't be a good idea to take everything they say to heart."

Lloyd had hesitated at that response. "I... hadn't thought about that." The admission had come reluctantly. It hadn't felt like Tsurugi was confused at all, but maybe...

He didn't know. There was too much he didn't know.

His nurse had smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him into a room. "This place and its staff are only here to help, Nigel. Just remember that. Now, go in and enjoy your dinner. You can meet your new roommate, too."

Roommate?

The door closed behind him, cutting off any more questions. Lloyd looked around, taking everything in. The beds, the closets, the two trays waiting...

...the chicken smelled really good.

Edited 2012-08-07 13:27 (UTC)

Scar finally left the Sun Room. He had been sitting there for nearly the entire day, but at least he had managed to get something done. He was still very much on edge about Lust coming to his room tonight, but he didn't really have a rational reason for that. She'd done nothing but try to be helpful since he had woken up in this damn hospital.

But old habits died hard. There would just always be an uncomfortable sort of unease associated with the homunculus.

First, though, he would be going with Tsubaki to be rid of his wounds. The cramps in his stomach still persisted in addition to his aching head and nausea, but at least he would be rid of his wounds.

And hopefully by the end of tonight the sickness would be gone, as well, and the looming sense of doom would go with it.

Edited 2012-08-07 14:48 (UTC)

Well, now Link was back where he started yesterday evening. He practically wolfed down his dinner, (The food here was so much better than anything he'd ever had in Hyrule, never mind when he had been traveling.) taking another good look around his room before Sora returned. He wanted to speak with his roommate about the girl who could supposedly heal people. He couldn't quite remember her name from the scramble last night, and Link wished to know the extent of her power. If they actually did resort to cutting the bugs out, Sechs was right. They would need immediate healing magic on the spot.

Maybe the goddesses would send a fairy? Link glanced down at the Triforce mark the back of his palm. What good was divine power he could call his own when it couldn't save the innocent people here? He'd never failed before...

And he wouldn't. A determined smirk slipped onto his face when he found that knife from last night sitting in his closet. So the king of this torture house liked to give his bait a little chance of a fight. Where Link had been given iron, he would make steel.

No one was going to die.

Edited 2012-08-07 15:12 (UTC)

It seemed like with each passing day, Lingormr grew more worthy of suspicion. It was clear now that the man was hiding something, between being able to wield some sort of magic and somehow understanding Enochian. The odd thing about it all was that Lingormr hadn't seemed to realize it was a different language in the first place.

Mere humans didn't have the ability to look at a language and simply know it, and Castiel didn't care what Lingormr said. He had to be supernatural in some way.

But in comparison to everything else, that was a drop in the bucket. Castiel had to deal with his own illness first, and at this point he'd at least planned things out. He had all of his pieces set in place, and he felt he could trust Kratos and Rapunzel.

The figure claiming to be Gabriel was a different story, but he would find out about that soon enough. It was really the last thing he wanted to deal with right now, but if it was true that the impostor could help him in some way, then he wasn't going to refuse. Hopefully there would be enough time to sort all of that out and then also go through with his surgery, if it could be called that.

Castiel returned to an empty room and realized that he'd need to inform Kobayashi of everything. With any luck, his roommate wouldn't need to be involved beyond that. Seeing how Kobayashi's friend was also ill, he probably had enough on his hands already.

In a small act of stubbornness, Castiel continued to avoid food, moving to sit on the edge of his bed instead. He couldn't say if he felt nervous, exactly -- right now, he was simply doing what needed to be done, and he'd endure the consequences no matter what they were.

Landel sure seemed excited about having new patients here. Of course. More toys for you to play with, eh, Mister Tyrant? I'll bet you're excited, you goddamn devil.

Even though he'd heard and dealt with this sort of thing every day for the past twelve days, Byrne still managed to feel sickened by that intercom broadcast. Well, more sickened than he already felt, anyway; those cramps were not going away, nor were the occasional aches and pains in his limbs. Sigh.

Perhaps he'd never get used to this. The cheery broadcasts, the taunting, the torture. If it meant he'd be keeping his humanity as result, though, fine by him. Why should he have to accept this hell? It wasn't right. He just hoped he was not one of the few who would be having a new roommate this evening; losing more people he knew here was definitely one of those things he didn't want to have to get used to.

...It felt a little strange to think of it like that when death was a real part of his job as a prosecutor to begin with, but in this environment? It had little meaning, only experience to help him cope a bit better than others. It wasn't like here he could easily find the guy responsible and lock him away for his crimes. Not to mention...

Ah. Thinking too much about this might just drive him crazy. It was dinnertime now, wasn't it? He should eat and consider his game plan for tonight, then. Worrying wouldn't help him any.

Once again, Byrne found himself without much of an appetite thanks to his illness, but he was going to force himself to eat anyway. Better to have food in his system than not. He sat down at his desk and started on his dinner, but after a minute he stopped, took out his journal and got to work on a new entry, now that he reminded himself to do it. Had it really been three days since the last time he updated this thing? Too much had happened in that short time span. He really needed to remember to keep up with this...

As the noble sat down to start wolfing down his food, he did his best to tune out the sound of Landel's voice. Infuriating bastard. 'Family', really? Some family.

The fact that there were new prisoners to welcome into the fold wasn't really much of a surprise, though. There always were, though they were so far down Aidou's priority list that he didn't spare Landel's message too much thought. He had better things to do than get involved with newly kidnapped residents; there was enough to occupy him with the current residents.

Speaking of... Aidou let his chin rest against his hand. He hadn't seen Sasuke in person, but at least he knew the boy was paying attention, since he had responded to his bulletin message. If all went well, Aigis could be left to her own devices for a night and they could combine forces to resume exploration in the caverns...

If all went well.

There was so much to do that Tsubaki couldn't wait to get back to her room to see Rapunzel. From her notes on the bulletin board, the other girl had already made up her mind about healing Scar and the others, but Tsubaki would feel better if she could check with Rapunzel one last time. And if there was something she could do to help before the sun set...

When she arrived at their room and realized it was empty, she looked around before wandering toward her supply box. After a moment, she pulled Black#&9734;Star's letter out of her clothes and knelt down to fold it up and set it inside. She didn't want to risk ruining by carrying it around with her after dark.

Getting together her other supplies could wait until after dinner. Tsubaki took a seat at her desk, where her camellia was still sitting in its little cup of water. Looking at it was... almost peaceful this time around. Strangely. She realized the sense of grimness she'd felt yesterday had dissipated, and she cocked her head, letting her eyes trace the soft petals.

"It smells good," she noted.

It had to be a miracle. He'd gone the whole second half of the day without having to talk to a single soul, and while the alone time was good to gather his thoughts and just have a break, even Harvey had been experiencing some boredom by the time that the day ended.

Of course, that wasn't bound to last long, since the nights were never boring here, and he knew that he was heading back into the underbelly of this place to find out exactly how Landel wanted to try and almost kill them next.

Sangamon had made a good point via the bulletin board earlier today, which was that he might need to give up his voice tonight and should bring a notebook along in case he had to write things down. Not that he would necessarily have all the time in the world to sit around and scribble out messages, but it was still worth doing.

He went searching through his desk for his journal, something that he hardly ever used except to store his maps.

As it turned out, Guy's conversation with Ilia hadn't been that much of a reprieve from the rest of the day. Still, he had wanted to hear about her basement experience to make sure that she knew she wasn't alone in it, even if that had meant revisiting old memories that he was hardly fond of.

Still, Ilia had made it through and while a bit worse for the wear, it was over now. Guy wished that it hadn't happened in the first place, especially since kids had been involved, but there was nothing to do about that now. He wondered if they would all be going through the caverns as well. If Ilia decided to do that, it wasn't as if he could judge her.

Of course, the caverns were the last thing on his mind at the moment. Guy just wanted Claude and Anise to be cured at this point, and he wasn't going to rest until that happened. Unfortunately, there wasn't too much to do at dinner, and entering the room still felt like a slap to the face because Okita was gone.

He should have posted on the bulletin about that, come to think of it. His mind had just been all over the place -- or rather, focused singularly on one thing.

Guy realized he didn't have much of an appetite, and so instead of eating dinner he decided to finally get started on making his sheath to pass the time. He grabbed for the piece of leather he'd been working on periodically, along with the needle and thread he'd taken from Arts and Crafts, and sat down at his desk to start sewing it all into the right shape.

Almost time.

After her nurse had escorted her back inside her cell, Yomi turned and watched the woman leave, listening for the click of the lock. It wouldn't be long before Landel opened their cages and let the zoo animals run free for another night--she found herself looking forward to it, the promise of action.

If not action, at least a little excitement. Some prisoners were supposedly turning into animals in a physical sense as well as a mental one. That would be fun, right?

Moving over to her closet, Yomi pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. Aigis... she had really augmented the sesshouseki's power, hadn't she? The penetrating wound on her chest had faded to no more than a knot of red, raised scars. She stretched, testing her upper body's range of movement. Practically back to normal. As for the gash on her hip... She lowered the waistband of her pants to run her fingers over the injury. Much the same. Neither wound was going to hamper her that night.

She smiled faintly to herself. Now I know how long it takes to recover from dying. Not long at all.

Aigis returned to the room, a little less distracted by her worry than she had been earlier, but she could feel it returning to her. Would Rita be safe? Or was Aigis bound to change soon? She couldn't let her guard down.

And her stomach was now aching consistently with painful cramps. She knew she wouldn't be able to partake of her dinner, no matter how much she wanted to keep up normalcy in her schedule. Eating was essential to gaining energy, but she couldn't risk the pain that would follow if she did.

Sitting up on her bed, Aigis made a grab for her stuffed Schrodinger and stroked the plush cat's head with her hand, willing the pain away.

Ilia had touched base with two friends and made a new one today. Not bad. A wonderful day for Landel's standards, anyway. But one thing did bug her. Rose had never responded to her note. That wasn't typical of the girl, though Ilia hadn't worried overly much. There was always the chance that Rose wouldn't see it until she was on her way to her room and simply didn't have time to reply. And Ilia knew where she was rooming, so she could always go check on the girl first thing after night hit. With that in mind, Ilia moved to take a quick few bites of her food before hitting her closet.

Inside the closet, Ilia let the homemade brew breathe a little, then retrieved one bottle for herself along with the black box of possessions. She tossed the box onto her desk and sat down, ready for a drink and to tuck into her dinner seriously this time.

Another day gone, and little to show for it. Zero had more or less recovered from that drug by now, but it was one of the only good things to happen to him since yesterday. If he'd been wise and not attacked the staff, he wouldn't have had to deal with the drug at all. But he had to have a point proven to himself...he had to have his uselessness thrown in his face once again. Then Harpuia - who, along with X, was dragged here for seemingly no reason other than to add salt to an open wound - had to make it worse by giving him the possibility that he was still under their control, that Ciel might be under their control...asserting Zero's inability to fight this, just like everything else. Like last night... ... ...

Fortunately, Zero wasn't the type to sit and mope. (Or at least, not for very long.) The daylight hours gave him time to bury the negativity and self doubt under a need to do, to recharge his fighting spirit. If he couldn't fight Landel and his monsters on his own, then he needed to either find help or use the human brain loaned to him rather than the strength that was mostly taken away from him to fight. If there was a way to bring Landel down, he would look for it. Something needed to be done about this Institute-wide sickness, and if he could help with that, he would. If his best friend and former enemy were here, then he needed to do whatever it took to protect them, whether it be steering clear of them thanks to last night's events or becoming their shield.

Somehow, some way, he needed to keep fighting. And he needed a plan for tonight. None of that involved sitting around and feeling sorry for himself.

He could consider plans while he ate his evening meal; his body had gone without food all day, and the noticeable discomfort in his abdomen was punishing him for it. Woody wasn't present when he reached his room, but there was a strange box on his own desk that Zero had never seen before. Briefly ignoring his food to investigate, he walked up to his desk and opened the box to find...the first aid kit and that handgun he'd stolen two nights ago inside. Hmph. How generous of them to give these back to him... Landel must be feeling cocky.

The kit... Wonder if he could put it to some use. He pulled it out of the box and started looking through it, though half of the kit's contents were unfamiliar to him. Perhaps some of whatever these were could be useful for a sick patient? He wondered...

Taura bounded into her room, pulled a limb off her roasted chicken, and munched on it while she rummaged through her box. It almost felt normal to eat in front of other people without apologizing or trying to look nonthreatening; she pried meat off the bone with blunt teeth and licked grease off her fingers without looking up to see if Nina was bothered.

Her arsenal had gotten a little out of hand, hadn't it? She looked at it for a moment. Could there really be any such thing as too little firepower? At least in the right hands? And she, at least, considered her own hands to be the right ones. Her and every would-be Baron, Emperor, and whatever Beta had voted to call their elected officials this week.

Luke clambered through his room without much thought of other people, which was just as well since no one was in the other bed. Dinner could wait, for now the young man was content to plant himself face first into his bed in a most dramatic fashion. He could feel a headache coming on which really sucked! This whole day had sucked after everything that had been unloaded on him. Not to mention the fact he hadn't even seen Tear! The replica hoped she was simply not feeling well and that she would be easier to track down tonight, or tomorrow at the latest.

None of his questions had been answered, they had just been expanded. He felt like such an idiot and so useless after all this crucial news just passed him by as he slept. He needed to help his friends! it should have been top priority over sleeping clearly!

His bed ate up most of the grumblings and moans that came out of him until he grew tired of wallowing in self-pity and rolled over to face the harsh artificial light of his room. He may not have had a very effective game plan, but at least he could work his hardest to help Anise find a cure one way or another. Surgery was just not an option the redhead wanted to consider seriously!

Facilier arrived back in his room feeling just a little let down by the lack of promising replies to his advertisement on the bulletin board. He found it rather odd. Back in New Orleans, messages like that would always trap a good handful of naive customers! Perhaps the prisoner population here wasn't so easily fooled... He would have to take a different approach next time.

For now, Facilier took out his unused journal from his desk and began writing down notes on his progress. As he nibbled on his dinner, Facilier jotted down some names on the page. He knew for sure that Sora was infected, and he had seen others exhibiting symptoms but so far he hadn't gotten their names. He would be sure to add more to that list. He also had Rapunzel and Lee recorded as steady "allies" beneath his wing. If he could just recruit more useful suckers...

Speaking of Rapunzel, Facilier grasped his battered edition of The Crimson Fairy Book he managed to borrow from the library. He carefully turned the pages until he reached the chapter that was more like a vague biography of Rapunzel herself than just some harmless childhood fairy tale. Rubbing his chin in thought, Facilier narrowed his eyes at the chapter's first picture: the iconic tower with the recognizable rope of hair dangling down from a single lone window. He had to get this whole story removed from the book if he were to protect Rapunzel but at the same time have added leverage against her if things didn't go to plan. He had a pair of scissors after looting the Arts and Crafts room nights ago, even though they weren't as sharp as he'd like, they would have to do...

Today sucked.

Sechs' day-long cramps were still clutching into his abdomen by the time he was escorted back to his room. The fatigue and constant pins-and-needles sensation from his nagging nervousness didn't help his mood much either. It seemed all that Sechs had done was hear bad news from others and get his hopes repeatedly lifted and slammed down throughout the day.

Finally, to add to this stinker of a day, he had a talk with his new roommate Ritsu to look forward to. It wasn't that he didn't like him, he barely knew him at all so far. The only time they had spoken was when he found out that Kibitoshin disappeared... Sechs needed to know what happened to his friend, and so far Ritsu seemed to be the last person to have spoken with the Kaioshin. It was something he had to do, but he dreaded the emotional pain he was bound to get from it...

Yet once Sechs arrived he found the room to be empty, but he could wait. He forced himself to sit at his desk and eat as much chicken as his pained stomach would allow. As long as he didn't end up throwing it all back up, he couldn't afford to starve himself and pass out again.

Eugene had barely even ventured out of his room (his new room; why had he been taken all the way over here?) all day. He just couldn't face the other patients. Not after Martin Landel had approached him with an impossible proposition, one that drove any thought of eating or sleeping entirely from his mind.

Landel wanted him to kill people. It didn't matter if he killed them directly or indirectly; someone still had to die for Rapunzel to stay safe.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't protect her if he didn't take part in Landel's little witch hunt, and he couldn't protect them if he did. The rock and a hard place cliche certainly applied right about now.

Miserable, the thief put his head down on his desk and waited for night.

He didn't feel perturbed in the slightest when he returned to his room, but as soon as he sat down and stared at his chicken, Kratos could feel his heart begin to race. In just a matter of minutes, he would be attempting a non-fatal evisceration. Evisceration alone was easy; he knew at least five different ways to accomplish that from a variety of angles. Making it non-fatal was a shade more difficult. He did not lack for skill or control, as he continued to tell himself, but somehow, that small voice of doubt that claimed he would slip in the most important moment continued to pound away relentlessly.

Closing his eyes, Kratos pinched the bridge of his nose as he attempted to rein in his thoughts before starting in on his dinner. It wasn't as if he didn't have room to spare; Rapunzel would be there too, and he had his own magic to patch things up if they got particularly messy. Still, he didn't want to strain that safety net, and that meant he'd have to be perfect.

...easier said than done, but he'd do it somehow. He had to.

The dull stomach pains had only increased as the afternoon went on. Soma grimaced as she entered her room, doing her best to ignore her nurse's sympathetic glances. That was the last thing she needed right now, considering who was responsible for all of this.

No eating or drinking, Lingormr had said. It made sense, considering her impending invasive surgery. She regretted not having the foresight to skip breakfast as well, but she hadn't touched her lunch. It would have to be enough.

She pushed her tray aside and instead concentrated on taking inventory. She trusted Lingormr, but even if things went wrong tonight, she'd just have to hold on until morning. Easier said than done, she supposed.

Dinner was possibly the worst hour of the day. It was a time full of anticipation and anxiety for the coming night, trapped in a room while waiting for the inevitable and wondering what precisely would be happening this time. A very thorough way to kill one's appetite, if he were to be honest.

But tonight he was more anxious than usual. The bulletin messages regarding what was found yesterday had him nervous... not of the institute but of the "patients" within it. This illness that had been going around had been a hot topic of paranoia for several days straight now, and it was going to get to people. Especially since they all got a firsthand taste of what it meant on the buses. That odd scribble discovered in the medical wing, however, didn't really bode well. A... butterfly in a stomach, was it? He'd copied the picture put up into his notebook.

Judging by some of the bulletin reactions, some people were taking it to mean they should be cutting into other people's stomachs in order to... what? Kill patients who have been turned into monsters effectively? Cure them? They didn't even know that basic fact for certain, did they? It was a disturbing thought, regardless. If he were to be optimistic enough to believe it was an honest message about a way to help those afflicted, then he was more willing to believe that picture was only the first clue amongst several to be offered. He certainly wouldn't jump to the conclusion of cutting someone open. But others were a different matter.

Klavier sat at his desk, ignoring his dinner, and opened his notebook to the page with the copied picture. ... A random clue, given for no discernible reason other than possibly making people come to the conclusion of vivisection. Was it even worth trying to read other meanings into this message? It might not even be legitimate. Maybe it was all just another part of the game.

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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