[From here.]

This was all becoming a bit stale.

Especially the feeling of nausea that came with the transport. Harvey didn't want to think too hard on the implications of that. Just what exactly was done to their bodies when they were moved around like that? It couldn't be natural in any sense of the word, but it still beat trying to get down here the normal way.

His only real consolation was that he couldn't smell anything too well down here. It was a shame that they couldn't just keep on giving up that sense, but even Harvey realized how that wouldn't be "fair" according to Landel's rules. What really wasn't fair was the fact that they'd all been stuck in this place for weeks now, but...

Even he started to get sick of his own complaining, so he left it at that.

Once the other two seemed to have recovered, Harvey nodded toward the docks. "We know the drill by now, right? Let's make this quick." He needed to enjoy his voice while he had it, if that's what he was giving up.

The X-ray room mentioned on the intercom seemed to be just where Brook needed to go, and although he had absolutely no idea where the room might be located, he was going to do his best to find it before the night was up! He couldn't very well do anything else really. Not until he got himself feeling better. Of course, he would have preferred a doctor he trusted telling him what to do but, unfortunately, beggars couldn't be choosers right then.

He was careful peering into the hallway from his room. No one was about that he could see, and no thing was visible either. With an encouraging rub at his most affected arm that he couldn't actually feel anymore, he forced himself out. He didn't have a choice anymore; he had to get a cure. If he went any more numb, he was sure to turn back into bones, and not in a good way!

"Doesn't matter who you are, Someday you'll just be bones..." he picked up his favorite song at the most fitting of places: the last verse.

[gone here]