Nightshift 33: M35, Clinic

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Tamaki was still awed and touched that Ritsuka had set up the clinic for him. He... well, he'd stay alert and up and as focused as possible until Raine showed up. And anyone else. He remembered Kratos had said something about not being able to make it....

They really did need more healers and doctors. Maybe during the day he could hold classes in first aide or something, and anyone who wished to help could come. Yes, that was something he could focus his mind on. That was good.

He struggled out of bed, eyes still feeling hot and itchy from crying, and opened the door with another small smile directed at his roommate.

From the sound of the intercom, something was happening tonight. Maybe he should ask Ritsuka to stay after all.....

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Ritsuka didn't like the sound of the announcement. He understood some of what they were talking about, but that didn't exactly ease the apprehension building in his gut. Something had gone wrong with the Head Doctor's setup, that Jill person had probably hacked into the system, but why? What did it mean for them, the little lab rats in the maze? As frustrating as it was to be the pawns in this great chess game, it was also terrifying. They had no control, no idea of what was to come next.

He hated that feeling more than anything else. It felt like they were missing the big picture while being led astray with tantilizing tidbits and nothing more. The lights snapped out and Ritsuka dug about in the dark for his flashlight, clicking it on. Tamaki went to open the door and Ritsuka just watched him. Should he leave? Was it going to be a bother if he stayed for once?

Soubi would be coming soon, and then they could decide. "It sounds like something's happening, huh?"

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Kratos entered the clinic tentatively. He'd said in his post on the board that he might briefly show up early in the night; hopefully Tamaki wouldn't be confused.

There was another boy in the room, someone Kratos had never seen before. He gave him a curt nod before turning to Tamaki. "Tamaki, could I borrow your sword for the night?" He paused. "I understand if you'd rather I not..."

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Soubi's anxieties were growing, but he wasn't sure what to make of them. Was he getting closer to the boy or was he about to discover that he'd been abandoned. No, not abandoned. Ritsuka wasn't like that. But they might have stolen him and that would still leave Soubi all on his own...

He paused at the door of the 'clinic' before finally knocking lightly and opening the door without waiting any longer. A smile, faker than Landel's day job, was already fixed on his face as he looked, first, towards Ritsuka's bed. It was gone a split second later as his eyes travelled the rest of the room. No Ritsuka.

Face neutral, but eyes stone cold, he turned his attention to the blond creature with too much self importance. Had Soubi cared about anything but Ritsuka, he'd have noticed the boy was not his usual self (which even a stranger could plainly see). But Soubi only cared about one thing.

"Where is he?" It hurt to have to ask, but the words came out, however hateful the tone was.

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Normally, Naminé would have waited outside, upon seeing that the people inside the clinic were occupied. That was normally. Tonight, she had a half-dying friend draped over her shoulders and Naminé burst in a little impulsively, giving an apologetic glance to those who were in the room.

"Excuse me! Is this the clinic?" Naminé sounded tired, a little breathless as she tried to help Alita into the room. Surely, they could see how badly injured the warrior was - it didn't look like there was anyone else injured in the room, at least.

"I'm sorry, but my friend, she needs attention right away!"

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With Mion's help, Beatrix finally made it to the clinic - at least that's what the sign hanging outside the door said. The door was already open and through it, the Bride could get a look at its occupants. A bunch of children and... that elf-woman.

This could be... problematic.

"Mion," Beatrix said, turning to her apprentice while at the doorway, "How about you head back to your room for the night?" She looked down at her burnt arm and tried to give the girl a smile, though it fell short. "I'm... going to be here a while and you'll probably get bored."

More importantly, she didn't want Mion to find out about the ex-assassin's brutal attack on the white-haired woman inside the clinic. "I'll find you tomorrow."