damned_institute | night 45: F-A block hallway.

Aerith didn't find herself having much luck with the next hallway she picked to turn down. Was she the only one awake? No, it hadn't sounded like it from the man on the intercom's tone. It would be silly to think this had all been set in motion for her benefit. With a slight huff, Aerith continued on her way in the darkness. Thank Gaia she'd managed to find that flashlight...

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With something at least resembling a plan this time and the guarantee of armed escort, Hime was starting this night better than the last. Hopefully it would also end better.

As she left the female block, she found herself idly wondering how Kagura and Sokka were doing. Perhaps she'd meet them out in the hallway. She hadn't seen them all day. However, if they were suffering from a bout of recovery, then it would be best to avoid them. They'd just be a hindrance.

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Hanna eventually found the way out of the patient block.

Namely, by walking right into it.

"Ow," she whined, nursing her nose. What a dumb thing to do, walkin' into a door! That it was pitch black wasn't really an excuse; if this hallucination was turning out to be disturbingly real, chances were that there was a flashlight somewhere around in her bedroom. Hadn't there always been, every other night? Assuming that it really was real, anyway. Which it might not be. Hell, she'd hallucinated getting hurt before. A bop on the nose didn't prove anything!

Still grumbling, the teenager sidled out into the wider corridor.

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Edited 2009-11-22 17:03 (UTC)

[From here.]

He couldn't do it.

While Stephen barely managed to remain calm on his way over, he became nothing more than a bundle of nerves by the time he stepped into the female block. His body was overcome with a violent shudder, and for the time being he was forced to lean on a nearby wall for support.

The teen knew he was stupid; why would Dolores want to listen to him, much less even talk? The thought stressed Stephen more than he would've liked, his stomach protesting angrily. All of a sudden Stephen lurched forward, eyes wide in horror as he slapped a hand over his mouth.

The teen pushed himself off the wall, staggering desperately towards the bathroom.

[To here.]

Edited 2009-11-22 18:23 (UTC)

((From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62089858#t62089858).))

By the time Claude had reached the next hallway, he barely managed to see Sync slip into the bathroom -- the women's bathroom, no less. That was definitely weird. He couldn't help but think that Sync must have had some sort of ulterior motive. Why else would he make a detour from Anise's room?

Pressed against the wall again, Claude debated on whether he should wait for Sync to come out, or if he ought to follow him inside. It was possible that if he went into the bathroom too quickly that he'd be walking straight into a trap. On the other hand, Claude wasn't sure why he was in there in the first place. Maybe it was better to stop him before he managed to get further with anymore plans of his.

Sweat collected on his palms, and his grip on his sword tightened. Claude forced himself to take slow, even breaths and tried not to dwell on the fact that Guy's murderer was in the next room. After about a full minute, however, the wait became unbearable. The darkness that pressed in on him only made standing outside for any length of time feel like an eternity.

Claude gritted his teeth and made his way toward the bathroom.

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Edited 2009-11-30 03:57 (UTC)

[from here]

Several other girls were already going ahead, and the light from their flashlights gave just enough of a glow to make it possible for Anise to navigate the halls without too much trouble. Why did her flashlight have to be broken at a time like this? It was going to be hard to search the morgue with only Claude's light.

Then again, considering what they were looking for, maybe not seeing it clearly would be for the best...

Ugh. Trying not to think about it too much, Anise pressed onward, turning as she entered the next hallway.

[to here]

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Easing the door open as silently as she could, which wasn't very silently at all, Asuka poked her head out, side to side, and quickly flicked her flashlight from one end of the hallway to another. She found that her door wasn't the only one hanging open.

Creepy.

The closest wall and, subsequently, door was to her right. Flashing her light once more down the hallway, she kept it low and flickering, not wanting to give the staff a bigger target to come after than she needed to. Emergency training 101. Though, she supposed it was highly unlikely medical staff had guns on them, but, well, after the shit she had seen since coming to Japan, Asuka decided anything was plausible. She crept down the hall, doing her best to cushion the sound of her sneakers as she came to a new door.

Asuka looked back every few steps to make sure no one followed her out of the the last door. Thankfully, the hallway was, as far as she could tell, empty with the exception of her and her light bobbing down the hallway.

She flashed the light to her left when the hallway opened up into another corridor, but finding no doors on the opposite wall, the second child continued straight.

Not long after, she came to another door and hoped her luck was better this time as she opened it.

[from here]

There were a couple others lingering around this hall, a fact Kitty was grateful for. Even if it was only for a few minutes, being alone in this place was really unnerving. Especially when the only light one had was the beam of a flashlight.

She really didn't want to waste the batteries though. So, after checking to make sure the area was clear -- or at least looked clear enough -- she clicked it off and continued on.

[to here]

Edited 2009-11-24 02:16 (UTC)

[From here]

The next hall seemed relatively empty, and free of any monsters or apparitions. Good. She wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible, until she found whatever path they were supposed to be taking. At the moment, she had no idea where they were supposed to go. Was it outside the institute, or was it as her false self suspected on these nights - further up in the building?

"My real name is Yomi Takahashi, by the way," she said quietly as they walked, holding her sword at the ready just in case. "If you don't remember, yours is Delilah Jones. Your brother is Antony. Does any of that ring a bell?"

Edited 2009-11-24 18:29 (UTC)

Anthy's steps were quiet as she followed Utena down the hall and through a new door, belying a reaction to her words. She knew better than to trust anything Utena said, but finding out what had been done to her mind was a point of interest -- albeit a painful one.

The halls were dark and empty except for the scattered presence of what must have been other captors. Pawns. She kept her focus on the both familiar and unfamiliar person in front of her and continued to follow her lead -- even if it led Anthy to danger, it would be a befitting revenge, one Utena herself would never carry out.

Yomi. Delilah. Antony, her brother. Whoever brought them here knew something of their histories before. Anthy lowered her head and closed her eyes in contemplation for a moment. "No, Utena."

"My brother is the acting Chairman at Ohtori Academy," she explained, bordering on insistence. "Where he currently remains in his coffin. I left him to find you."

Yomi had been about to explain gently that there was no Ohtori Academy, but was stopped by the last thing that Delilah said. She paused in the hall for a moment, turning back to her friend. "You came back here just for me?" she asked, a pang of guilt hitting her like a cold sword strike.

Now that she thought about it, that would be a real danger of her staying in the Institute for too long. It was very possible that the real Delilah could go back off the deep end out of waiting for her to come back. That wouldn't be fair to her friend at all, as she could see in the vision in front of her. A sudden desire to be discharged first thing upon waking up hit her in the chest, filling her up. The sooner they reached the end of this dream, the better.

"Ohtori Academy was never a real place, Delilah," Yomi said softly, hoping that her friend would be receptive so that they could move on, figuratively and literally. "We're still in a coffin right now, just not the one you think. The coffin is these personas we created together, afterschool and at sleepovers. We have to escape Utena and Anthy first if we're ever going to get out of this institute." She sighed. "Am I making any sense? I don't know how to explain this very well."

Anthy certainly hadn't been expecting for her meeting with Utena to be like this, for the outside world to close in around them on another prison so very quickly, but Anthy's time outside had been so short-lived that the shock of it was receding already. Replaced by a dull fury for Utena's sake.

She glanced up at her friend's gaze and her eyes crinkled with an ache and a plea. Please come back to me, please fight this. It wasn't fair to ask, to want, even, but Utena was strong ...

Anthy took a step closer and her hands closed over Utena's where it was holding onto the hilt of a sword (a flash of memory, prying her trembling fingers off the hilt after-) with a gentle squeeze. Her voice was almost an urgent whisper: "Something has been done to you. Someone has tampered with your memories and your identity. No matter where we are now, our real selves are Utena and Anthy -- I promise you that."

But how to ask her to trust when -- this was difficult. Convincing someone of a falsehood was quite simple, but convincing someone of the truth and holding out sincerity -- Anthy swallowed a lump in the back of her throat and kept her gaze steady.

It was hard to see Delilah properly in the darkness, the outer glow from the flashlight beam only illuminating part of her face. Yomi could see the earnestness in her friend's expression, though. She felt something tighten around her heart as warm hands closed around hers. She had seen Delilah look like this a scant few times before, but never "Anthy." As her other self, Delilah had always been calm in some way, never fully expressing the breadth and depth of any particular emotion. It was so difficult not to believe "Anthy"'s words when she was being like this.

"I want that to be true," she answered with a soft crack in her voice. "You know how much I want that to be true. But . . ." The rest of that sentence hung. She had wanted to say "we can't keep pretending forever." Saying harsh things like that to Delilah's face, however, was getting harder and harder to do.

Utena did not believe her (more likely, could not believe her). It was nothing short of what Anthy deserved, after taking advantage of her for such a long time, but the sting of failure was still unpleasant. Her gaze dropped and her grip wavered until she was only holding on with one hand, clinging uselessly as her other arm swung back over to her side.

It used to surprise her that Utena sometimes touched her in ways that did not imply ownership or an unspoken agreement, a transaction; their hands would touch before bed and Utena would often be deep asleep within minutes. The closest Anthy ever came to being truly comfortable with touch was with Utena.

"It's alright," she said, her voice still hushed. Anthy needed to learn more about this place before she could find out just what exactly had happened to Utena. "I'm sorry. Let's move on."

Without warning, she let go and stepped forward past the other girl, disappearing down the hall and through the next open door. Without a flashlight of her own she seemed to threaten to dissolve into the dark.

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The next hallway that Ruby found herself in was just as dark and gloomy as the first. The walls--what she could see of them, anyway--looked dingy, dirty, like the building hadn't been in use for years. That lent itself to the "haunted hospital" theory, though that didn't explain how she'd gotten here in the first place. And, honestly, how was knowing it was haunted going to help her anyway? It wasn't as if she could "protect" herself with salt or iron, even if she could find them somehow. She was a demon. Salt and iron worked just as well on her as they did on any other kind of supernatural creature.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62284930#t62284930).]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/752872.html?thread=62166248#t62166248)]

It was dark in the hallways, darker than it seemed like it really should have been, enough that it felt like the feeble beam of her flashlight barely did anything. The place was a whole lot creepier at night, but Yuuko kept telling herself she had to be imagining a lot of it. Maybe she just wasn't completely better yet. Maybe she was still seeing things that...didn't make sense.

After all, why did she have a flashlight under her pillow? The staff likely didn't supply patients with those just in the off chance there was a power outage, not when they could be used as weapons by the more dangerous ones. And why were so many people out wandering in the hallways, too? It was possible they all found their doors open and decided to wander out like she had, but...so many of them?

Maybe it was better to not think about it too hard. Yuuko sighed quietly and opened the door that led out into the hallway.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62300802#t62300802)]

Edited 2009-11-25 09:06 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753097.html?thread=62173129#t62173129)]

On went the flashlight and Harley made her way down the hallway. It was strange, but this was the first time she was relieved to be out of the room and away from so many people she knew and cherished. It was pretty depressing when she stopped to think about it. She sure hoped she could figure out a way to get them back quick. There was no way she could put up with this every single day.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62334850#t62334850)]

Edited 2009-11-26 05:20 (UTC)

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753420.html?thread=62354700#t62354700)]

On to the next hallway, then. Once they'd left the larger hallway he knew that they were safer. Attacks in these places were almost unheard of, and they were near to Sakura's room. This hallway as well had a few patients lingering, but most of them seemed to have partners, and in these corridors, it was likely that people were simply on their way to meet other members of their team. He continued on, attentive and alert but not extremely wary. Shikamaru slid the switch of his flashlight forward and although the circle of light was aimed firmly on the ground a few feet ahead of him, he still felt more comfortable in its presence.

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Edited 2009-11-26 08:14 (UTC)

[from here]

With her trusty flashlight in hand, she quickly trotted down the hallway, completely determined to complete her mission. The sooner she was done, the sooner she could return to her room.

Let's see, the room should be on the right in the next hallway...

['trot trot trot']

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Cloud felt like something of a trespasser walking into the woman's block, but it wasn't anywhere near awkward enough to make him walk back out. If 'Hanna' was anything like 'Yuffie,' she wouldn't stay in her room long after the door was unlocked. That would be too easy. Still, it was necessary that they check.

F17, Kenshin had said. Sure enough, the numbers were listed the same way here as they were in the male blocks. He pointed toward the third hall in one final check.

Edited 2009-11-29 21:26 (UTC)

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753097.html?thread=62576073#t62576073).]

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He never should have gone in there, he kept saying to himself as he darted out of the bathroom door. Somehow, even after Claude had nearly killed him, Sync still managed to win. He wasn't sure which was worse -- the fact he'd nearly murdered a recovered mental patient, or that he'd failed to put an end to a former monster who had the potential to hurt more people later on? Yet undeniable shame washed over him in the form of a cold sweat, and now Claude wanted nothing more than to put as much distance as he could between himself and that place.

What would Guy have done if he'd been in his shoes? What would Dias have done? The answers wouldn't come, would never come after last night. Clenching his teeth, Claude could only force himself to run as fast as his feet would carry him.

Celes and Anise were probably wondering where the hell he'd gone. Quite frankly, he was dreading having to face them after this.

((To here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62481026#t62481026)))

Edited 2010-03-20 21:38 (UTC)

[from here, waiting for Meche]

There were...more people out here than Maria had expected. So it wasn't just her door that had been unlocked, it had been a lot of people's. Maybe even everyone's. That wasn't safe, was it? It was one thing to pretend it happened at night, but this was something else. This was different. For one thing, it wasn't actually supposed to happen.

Where was her nurse? Did they really all go home for the night? Surely there would be some staff on hand in case something went wrong? This institute was so highly regarded. It didn't make sense for there to be no nighttime supervision. She was sure Papa wouldn't have had her sent to a place like that.

Maria gnawed on her lower lip, trying to shrug off her discomfort. Nobody here seemed hurt yet. That was a good thing, right? But they could get hurt. Why wasn't anyone doing anything about it?

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/754251.html?thread=62515275#t62515275)]

It was sort of like speaking of the devil: as soon as Meche started to worry about one zombie-infected friend, she turned the corner and saw the other one right there in the hall. Soma was by herself, moving...differently from usual, Meche thought. As though she was uncertain or preoccupied about something. Or hungry?

"Soma!" Meche called, hurrying over to the younger woman before she really stopped to think about it. "How are you feeling?" She certainly didn't look very happy--not that Meche should really expect her to, she guessed, since the last time they'd seen each other they'd been in the middle of a fight. Feeling a little guilty, Meche glanced around. The hall was mostly empty, but there were a handful of young guys nearby who could probably help her if Soma was feeling peckish.

Maria turned instinctively, the flashlight beam skittering in the general direction of the voice, and almost regretted it. She needed to learn to stop responding to that. It was what people here knew her as, but...they needed to see the light eventually too, didn't they?

"Meche," she said, offering a faint smile that surprisingly came rather easily. She didn't know the older woman's real name, so she guessed it was all right if she kept calling her that for now. It was a relief to see someone familiar out here in the hallways, even if she hadn't spoken to Meche very often. There was that one time in Doyleton, and...she'd appeared sometimes in her delusions, but...

"I'm all right," she added quickly, aware that she'd paused for a moment. "I'm doing a lot better." That was right; she'd hurt herself a few days ago and Meche had expressed concern. It was nice of her to ask. "Do you know what's going on, though?"

"I'm glad to hear it." Meche came right back with a smile and a private rush of relief--maybe it had just worn off after all, then. Hopefully that meant it wouldn't be too bad if she were a little late getting to Senna and Alita's room. "Senna was pretty worried when she didn't hear back from you on the bulletin board yesterday afternoon, so it's good to see you up and around, you know?" She didn't mention the incident the other night; it didn't really need to be said.

What was going on? A whole lot of things, honestly, but Meche decided she'd better skip to the most important details. "I'm actually on my way over there right now," she explained to Soma. "Senna had a pretty bad day today, so we're both playing hooky from Arts and Crafts tonight, and I wanted to make sure she's feeling okay."

She hesitated for a minute. Normally what was wrong with Senna wouldn't be anyone's business, but Soma was one of Senna's friends too and a member of their club. If they hadn't seen each other today, Senna would probably want her to know what was going on. So after a few seconds, Meche added in a lower voice, "Actually...to be honest, I'm worried about her. Earlier she was calling herself 'Sarah' and saying that everything she's told us about herself was a story from a game. I'm not sure what to think."

Maria ducked her head slightly, embarrassed. It was really nice of everyone to worry about her like this. She'd thought she'd never be able to make friends when she'd first arrived, but it was starting to seem like everyone here was just as close to her as her friends back home were.

It sounded like Meche had assumed she was talking about Sarah. That was a little odd--didn't she see anything strange about the doors unlocking like this?--but Maria decided to let it slide for the moment. "I talked to her at lunch today," she said, nodding. "A lot of people seem like they've had it pretty rough."

A slight frown on her face grew as Meche told her about Sarah--it didn't sound like the older woman remembered who she was after all. In that case, she probably expected the doors to be open--it was part of her delusions anyway. There probably wasn't any use in asking her to help everyone get back inside.

"I guess the best thing to do is to give her time," she said at last. Maybe she ought to play it neutral for now. "She has a lot to think about, but she knows we're here for her no matter who she thinks she is."

A lot of people? "Really? Did something happen?" Meche asked. "Aside from the usual reasons people have bad days here, I mean." Like disappearances and monsters--the ordinary, run-of-the-mill things. Sad that they were so easy to get used to.

"Well, you're probably right about Senna, anyway," she added, trying to keep her voice light. She couldn't help drumming her fingers slightly anxiously on the side of the flashlight while she talked, though. It had just been such a strange story. "She's always telling me I worry too much about things. Maybe it was just a temporary funk and she'll feel better on her own tomorrow." Not that that was going to stop her from going to check. Better safe than sorry, Meche thought.

Another girl (someone she knew? It was tough to tell in the darkness) had turned in from her hall, which reminded Meche that she probably shouldn't stand around for too long herself. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt, but only if she wasn't holding Soma up too. "Where are you headed, by the way? I won't keep you any more if you're in a hurry, but I hope you're meeting someone, at least."

There was only so long Maria wanted to tiptoe around the subject, and she didn't want to outright lie to Meche. "Sort of," she said, looking down. "It sounded on the bulletin board as if people have started to remember who they really are." She looked back up then, a touch of determination entering her voice. "But I'm sure she'll feel better tomorrow." Just because Sarah and Senna weren't quite the same people didn't mean the potential for her to start smiling again wasn't there.

Meche, though--it sounded as if this might be a problem. No doubt everyone was treating the doors unlocking as normal because as far as they were concerned, it happened every night, but the more clear-headed people around here had to know it didn't, right? It wasn't actually supposed to happen, and now that it had, someone could get carried away. People could get hurt. Meche didn't seem like the violent type, but the other patients...

"I'm actually going to take a look around," she said, choosing to ignore the comment about meeting someone. Not unless she found someone willing to help. "Are you going to Sa--to Senna's and Falis's room? I might stop by to see how they're doing later."

"Who they really--" Meche stopped herself, frowning. What did Soma mean by that? Those "real lives" were just stories made up by the staff to confuse them; she had to know that as well as anyone. "Well, I think Senna usually has a pretty good sense of who she is, even if she has a lot to deal with sometimes," she replied, with an equal touch of determination. "I'll be glad when she's back to normal." She felt like it was important to say that somehow, to make sure they were on the same page. They really needed to keep Senna grounded right now.

As for where she was going, at least that had a simpler answer: "Yes, I'm heading straight over." She didn't miss the fact that Soma hadn't mentioned meeting anyone else, and Meche knew from the bulletin board that she didn't have an Arts and Crafts assignment. It didn't look like Soma was carrying a weapon, either. Meche wondered if she shouldn't volunteer to go along, but she only had a flashlight and Soma was a lot faster than she was anyway. She'd just have to trust that the girl would be all right.

"Take care, Soma," she said, offering an encouraging smile. "I'll tell the girls you might drop in later."

With a last glance back, she hurried on ahead into Senna's hall.

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"Rikku! Paine!" Yuna called softly as she turned the corner into...a bigger hallway. There were some people here, but no Rikku or Paine yet, which...wasn't a big worry! They were probably further on, except...if Yuna had fallen down somewhere in the Farplane (which was the last place she remembered being), then Rikku and Paine would have found her then, wouldn't they? They'd gone ahead, but they couldn't have gone far, and...Yuna didn't even remember falling or feeling dizzy. This wasn't like that time at Djose Temple where she'd been knocked over....

"Ouoh," she muttered in exasperation, shining the light around everywhere before deciding to just keep on going and see if Rikku and Paine were there. If they weren't, she'd...think of something else.

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/752872.html?thread=62473704#t62473704).]

At the end of the hallway began another, one stretching east and west. A door stood at the center, another at far left. Here, people also shifted and interacted. Here, again, Ange found herself wondering.

It was far from natural for this many bodies to gather together in a single area. In the dead of night, even. If her assumption was correct and she indeed was in a hospital, these facts were cause for concern. Whoever heard of a medical establishment letting patients roam free when they should be in bed? Not a very good one. Obviously.

She peered cautiously at the three corridors adjacent to the one she came out of, before opting for the door at the other end. It seemed this was where majority of the traffic came from. Best to investigate there.

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753282.html?thread=62686338#t62686338).]

Edited 2009-12-06 22:23 (UTC)

Good, she was almost there! Not that she was worried or anything. Every leader had to have a great sense of direction, and Asuka could have nothing less than than an expert one.

She just hoped Shinji and Kaworu didn't dawdle in the main hallway. Last thing she needed was to wait even two minutes more in this place. Turning at the second right she encountered, the pilot found the right number and prayed her roommate had left.

The door was still open to their room, letting Asuka walk right on in. She shined the flashlight across the small space, looking for a bureau or a closet or something.

"Perfect!" There was a wardrobe opposite her bed. Setting her flashlight on the tiled floor so it shone up at the ceiling, the little girl opened the double doors and slid a few articles of clothing across the metal bar. There was her coat, thick and fluffy. Pulling it off the rack, she saw a pair of boots as well, which would fare better outside than her pair of sneakers.

Quickly lifting her feet from the white shoes, she slipped into her new pair, draped her coat over her right arm, and left with flashlight in hand, returning briskly to their designated spot.

_{[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/752872.html?thread=62665448#t62665448)]}

She was really having a crazy moment right there and was 100% aware of it. Which didn’t make any sense, because she hadn’t ever been aware she was delusional while being delusional--that just didn’t happen, did it?--which led her back to the idea that maybe there was a logical explanation for why she was stumbling around a pitch-black hallway with an extra duty flashlight in her hand. Like, a glitch in the system? And night nurses would soon be coming around to usher the overly curious back to their room so that they didn’t accidentally fall down the stairs and break their necks?

The fact that Yoshiko was sure she’d seen this scenario play out in one too many movies did nothing to relieve her heebie jeebies.

Coming to a halt, she unconsciously pressed a hand to her pounding heart and tried to start over. Okay. Okay. Nothing was real in a delusion, so… wasn’t being aware of a delusion automatically enough to stop it? She was not named Yomi, and hadn’t killed people, and didn’t want to kill people, and this was not a haunted hospital full of monsters who wanted to kill people. No, just full of psychopaths who want to kill people because they think they’re comic book heroes and whatever else, Yoshiko thought wryly, and quickly regretted it. That helped so much.

But it did inspire another thought, one that blazed bright in her chest, full of warm relief. Right! There was a nurse’s station down a little ways! Even if--and Yoshiko hated that she could somehow rationalize the idea without screaming--she’d started to hallucinate again, and had somehow gotten out of her room, they could do something. Help her! They knew what to do. Feeling like she needed to fall on someone’s shoulder and let them wholly solve her problems for her had never been something Yoshiko had given into; she’d never felt like she’d needed to. Now, though…

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night 45: F-A block hallway.

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