Nightshift 36: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

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The hall seemed deserted, with no one else up here yet. Elena wondered if everyone was outside or something, the way they'd tried to go that first night. But they had a mission to accomplish, and hopefully they could find what Rude was looking for.

"We should keep going, right?" she asked. "I don't think these rooms are right from the map..."

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The going was slow. The monk kept behind Kenren. His legs were at least more responsive now though, instead of how they were back in the morgue. He could feel the ground beneath his feet, which was an improvement. Better than nothing at all.

Sanzo kept moving, leaning heavily on the wall for support. He wasn't about to collapse here. Not in front of Kenren. Not if he could help it.

Every few feet, the monk would pause, sucking in deep breaths. It felt like he'd just run several miles, rather than just one hallway.

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Acquiescence from Sanzo? Okay, things were really fucked up if that was the case. Kenren was actually starting to worry, really worry about him. Of course, the chances of getting Sanzo to actually explain what had happened to him were about as large as getting Tenpou to actually tidy up his office and throw away some of his junk. The sun rising in the west was much more likely.

He kept walking, keeping his pace as slow as he could without giving away the fact that he was walking slowly. He could hear Sanzo's breathing, harsher and more laboured than it should have been if he'd been in good health. He paused when they neared the end of the hallway, turning back to Sanzo slightly, although he kept most of his attention on the surroundings. "Where's your room?" he asked. That would be a better place to go he thought. He liked his skin in tact too much to suggest taking the priest to the clinic, and it was pretty sadistic to inflict Sanzo on the poor healers at the clinic anyway.

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There was a pause. For a second, he honestly couldn't remember where it was. He could only recall somewhere in male block, which was only fucking obvious, but the number wasn't coming up. Sanzo frowned slightly, closed his eyes for a moment to help concentrate.

After a moment, it came back to him. His eyes opened.

"...M23." Sanzo finally said. He hadn't exactly been too open where his cell was with the other patients in general, but there wasn't any avoiding this. It wasn't as if he could go parrot that back at Homura anyway. The fucker already knew where his room was, and Sanzo wasn't in the mood to argue with Kenren about it. Kenren might've betrayed them by siding with Homura, but at least on this issue, it didn't have that much bearing. Not if Homura already knew.

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Kenren pretended not to notice the long pause between asking his question and Sanzo giving him an answer. Memory loss perhaps? It certainly would seem to fit, he thought. He occupied himself with checking along the next corridor instead, peering along it both ways before shining the flashlight down it to get a better view. Nothing nasty that he could see, which was a relief. While he could protect Sanzo if something attacked them, there was only one of him and that would leave Sanzo open to attack.

"M23, right," Kenren said softly, returning to Sanzo's side once he was certain that the corridor was clear. "We'll take the staircase to the left, the one that comes out by the waiting room. It's closer to that block of rooms."


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