Okay, whatever the fuck happened last night, Ken could quite safely say that he did not want to see it happen again. He'd take mind-numbing monotony over zombies any day.

Speaking of mind-numbing monotony...by the time he woke up, Yukito--or Yue, whichever--had already left. Or never came back to begin with, but Ken really hoped that wasn't the case. His nurse, assuming 'Andrew' would want time for quiet reflection, or perhaps mistaking him for a practicing Christian, led him to the chapel after a short pause by the bulletin, just enough to scribble out a response to Artemis and realize halfway down the hallway that he hadn't signed it. Well fuck. He blamed it on being distracted by the fact that his leg fucking hurt.

...if Sister could hear him now, he'd be getting his mouth washed out with soap. For starters.

Tiredly, Ken found a pew and dropped into it, staring up at the stained glass windows and their studiously non-denominational patterns.

What the hell. How much could it hurt? Ken bowed his head and began to pray, something he hadn't done regularly since he was a kid. What was the worst that could happen? Nothing. They were all already in a pretty good approximation of Hell.

[Free, no limits!]