NIGHT 65: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A

[madeinthehrl]

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Almost there. Soma kept moving. If she stopped now, she'd start thinking about how much worse she felt now than she did this morning, and that would be a terrible mistake to make.

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[earthling]

After hearing Guy explain their reason for traveling as a group, Claude had to admit that he agreed. He really, really hoped that they wouldn't have an immediate crisis on their hands, and that both he and Anise wouldn't transform tonight, but there were few guarantees in a place like this. They had to be careful, which was why they were going to split up and explore different options in the first place.

He followed Guy after giving a quick nod, doing his best to keep an eye out even if his reaction time and focus had probably suffered because of his illness. It was a good thing he and Guy had rooms that were so close together, he thought to himself. They could watch each other's backs as soon as they left the patient blocks.

Thankfully, the hall seemed quiet, although it took Claude a moment to realize there weren't any patients either. Guy's question diverted his attention for a moment, though, and he glanced over toward his friend.

"Oh, um..." He scratched his cheek with his free hand. "Yeah, pretty much. It hasn't gotten any worse, at least." Which wasn't much consolation, but it was something.

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