Night 65: M91-M100 Hallway

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As the intercom died away, the Once-ler grabbed his crutch and hobbled over to the door. Poking his head out briefly, he glanced up and down the dark hallway before retreating back in and shutting the door.

“Just Once-ler is fine,” he said in response to the other man, still facing the door. “And again, you are?”

While he waited for a reply, he mulled over the intercom’s message. It sounded like the sickness was a twisted experiment, and five people would ‘turn’. The Once-ler was not certain exactly what the Head Doctor meant, but found himself hoping that Soma was not among that number. Sora also hadn’t been feeling well, he recalled.

Hopefully whatever was in the X-ray room tonight would prove useful. There was so much wrong with experimenting on people and making them sick, and there had to be a better solution than amateur stomach surgery.

The Once-ler’s thoughts were interrupted when the other man spoke up again. He turned around to see that his roommate had gone pale. It sounded like he was afraid of the sickness going around. “Not really, no. I was traveling with someone sick last night, but she said it probably wasn’t contagious. I feel fine. Aside from the injuries, obviously.”

Speaking of Soma, hadn’t she had a flashlight last night? That would make navigating the hallways much easier, and safer too. “You don’t know where I could get a flashlight, do you?”