Nightshift 33: Walk-In Refrigerator

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It was cold. But for once, it wasn't the first thought that crossed Wolfram's mind as he was practically thrown into the giant cooler. He was more worried about his eyes than anything. It still hurt to open them, and when he tried nothing would focus anyways. And he could still hear what was going on in the kitchen behind him.

Crawling over to the nearest side, still clinging possessively to his items, he tried to focus on listening for Aidou and "John" as best as he could, trembling more in fear than from the cold. Not that he would admit to being almost terrified. No, of course not. Wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing that ugly thing in his dreams for the next five years at least.

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It took some doing, and leaning heavily on Angel's shoulder, but Anya managed to stand up. "Yes," she responded to his question. "Onward." Oh, right. He was helping her. "Thank you for the makeshift bandage!" she added unnecessarily loudly.

She started to head for the back of the fridge, but realized that the blood loss, coupled with the head injury from last night, was doing her no favors. She quickly returned to Angel's side and leaned on him again. "Come on! The sick teenager can take care of herself, Willow." Half putting most of her weight on Angel, half pulling him along, Anya headed for the tile at the back of the fridge.

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"But how can we be sure...?" she murmured softly, more to herself than to anyone in particular. Willow lingered a few seconds longer after Angel and Anya went off in search of the tile, her gaze firmly on her obviously sick friend. She knew Angel and Anya - in Anya's own, typically blunt way - were right, but she couldn't make herself follow them at first.

In the end, she managed to do it only after promising herself she'd find Hokuto at breakfast tomorrow and make absolutely sure she was okay. With one last, worried glance, Willow turned around and followed them to the back of the fridge, and beyond to this mysterious basement.

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Angel supported Anya's weight easy enough as they moved further back. Sensing a lack of movement on Willow's part, he glanced behind, but saw that she was just turning to follow.

He knew what she was feeling. It was harder here to know what to do. Between keeping his friends safe and keeping everybody else safe, he never went one night without wanting to be in two places at once.

He glanced over the floor. "Got it." Getting down might take a bit of effort with the way Anya was leaning on him, though.

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