The Head Doctor's voice rang out, and without much more warning, night cut from day, and Kyousuke found himself slowing pulling himself from bed. His mind drifted back to the picture he'd found, and he found himself wandering if the Head Doctor wasn't the real reason for Patient Posessions—not to make the lie any more believable, but just so that he could watch their reactions. ... Seemed like a pastime the bastard would enjoy.
The boy snorted, and pulled himself out of bed. He'd been wondering what a chapel was doing here of all places, which the morning announcement answered, but being told they had visitors was more ominous. How were they going to pull that off...? But maybe he shouldn't worry about it. It was probably just a sham, like everything else here.
While he waited for the nurse to arrive, he decided to investigate the state of his wounds, but it looked like he couldn't even call them that anymore. ... It was really surprising, what good shape he was in. There were some pretty nasty marks, but apart from a shallow cut on his chest, all his wounds had healed. Normally, he'd probably only just be out of bed by now, even with Kratos stopping the bleeding. In hindsight, it was hard to believe that he kept going like that. ... But he guessed he hadn't much choice. If he didn't keep moving, he'd never be able to put all that behind him.
... Why did always keeping thinking about this when he was by himself? He wasn't doing himself any favors.
Luckily, the nurse soon entered, and he was able to push his thoughts to other things. He opted to go to the Sun Room, not being particularly religious, and he needed to leave a note about those radios anyway. ... But it looked like he hadn't put aside thoughts of that night as well as he thought. Standing right at the bulletin, he caught a glimpse of familiar hair, and for a moment, he thought—
He turned away immediately, a sudden tightness constricting his chest. What was wrong with him? He'd almost expect images like that if he were alone and had his eyes shut for too long, but this... He must have mistaken someone similar looking, but having it pop up in his daily life like this was just too much.
Except that when he looked up again, what he saw didn't change. That couldn't be right... He made his way forward in a trance, not even realizing that was drawing closer until he'd finally stopped, just beside the other boy. ... There was still no change. No sign he was just seeing things. Could it actually be him, somehow...? Yet all Kyousuke could do was continue to stare, almost afraid that if he said something, the illusion would break, and he'd be forced to deal with reality again.
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The boy snorted, and pulled himself out of bed. He'd been wondering what a chapel was doing here of all places, which the morning announcement answered, but being told they had visitors was more ominous. How were they going to pull that off...? But maybe he shouldn't worry about it. It was probably just a sham, like everything else here.
While he waited for the nurse to arrive, he decided to investigate the state of his wounds, but it looked like he couldn't even call them that anymore. ... It was really surprising, what good shape he was in. There were some pretty nasty marks, but apart from a shallow cut on his chest, all his wounds had healed. Normally, he'd probably only just be out of bed by now, even with Kratos stopping the bleeding. In hindsight, it was hard to believe that he kept going like that. ... But he guessed he hadn't much choice. If he didn't keep moving, he'd never be able to put all that behind him.
... Why did always keeping thinking about this when he was by himself? He wasn't doing himself any favors.
Luckily, the nurse soon entered, and he was able to push his thoughts to other things. He opted to go to the Sun Room, not being particularly religious, and he needed to leave a note about those radios anyway. ... But it looked like he hadn't put aside thoughts of that night as well as he thought. Standing right at the bulletin, he caught a glimpse of familiar hair, and for a moment, he thought—
He turned away immediately, a sudden tightness constricting his chest. What was wrong with him? He'd almost expect images like that if he were alone and had his eyes shut for too long, but this... He must have mistaken someone similar looking, but having it pop up in his daily life like this was just too much.
Except that when he looked up again, what he saw didn't change. That couldn't be right... He made his way forward in a trance, not even realizing that was drawing closer until he'd finally stopped, just beside the other boy. ... There was still no change. No sign he was just seeing things. Could it actually be him, somehow...? Yet all Kyousuke could do was continue to stare, almost afraid that if he said something, the illusion would break, and he'd be forced to deal with reality again.