The transition from night to day had been abrupt, though not really unexpected. By now Claude had gotten used to waking up in his bed at the strangest times, so when he opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling staring down at him, he automatically shuffled around to hide his things before the nurse came. As he did so, however, his thoughts continually buzzed with last night's revelations.
Dias and Guy -- alive? Was it true, or had they narrowly missed a fatal encounter with another one of Landel's tricks? He'd probably need to check on Celes over the board if he couldn't find her in person. And then there was Anise to see to. As well as to verify whether his friends were truly back or not...
He could scarcely think on how he would feel if he saw them in person today, as if doing so would somehow jinx everything.
And yet he managed to grab the paper crane he'd failed to deliver last night before the nurse arrived to escort him out of his room. It was slightly beat up from its ride in his pocket during his encounter with "Stephen" and the trip to the morgue. Claude gently worked at straightening its wings and neck as he walked down the hallway, his eyebrows faintly furrowed in concentration. It gave his fingers something to do, at least.
"Taken an interest in origami?" the nurse asked cheerfully. "That's wonderful, Thomas. Maybe you can make some of those cranes with the paper next to the bulletin board."
Claude was about to reply, but he paused when he realized that the sun room was crowded with more people than it normally was during breakfast shift. A lot more, come to think of it. Upon noticing his confusion, the nurse kindly said, "Oh, you missed first shift already, dear. Why don't you relax a little bit until lunch?"
Well, that was disorienting. It was rare for Claude to sleep through breakfast, though he guessed it showed just how run down he'd become over the last few days. After offering the nurse a forced smile, they parted ways, and he began wandering across the room. Part of him considered leaving a note on the bulletin. Actually, he was about to head toward the board to do just that, but his heart skipped a beat once he caught sight of a familiar face, forcing him to stop in his tracks.
Guy.
Before he could even think, his legs brought him closer to where the man was sitting until he was standing just a few feet away. Despite the immense wave of relief that washed over him, it was almost surreal, seeing him doing stretches like that, as if he were preparing to lift some weights or run a marathon. To think that just the other day he'd been lying cold and stiff in the morgue!
A chill ran down Claude's spine. On second thought, maybe it was better not to think too much on that after all.
There was so much he could have said to him -- so much he wanted to say. But Claude's thoughts were so jumbled that all he could do was excitedly blurt the first thing that came to mind. "Y-you're really back!"
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Dias and Guy -- alive? Was it true, or had they narrowly missed a fatal encounter with another one of Landel's tricks? He'd probably need to check on Celes over the board if he couldn't find her in person. And then there was Anise to see to. As well as to verify whether his friends were truly back or not...
He could scarcely think on how he would feel if he saw them in person today, as if doing so would somehow jinx everything.
And yet he managed to grab the paper crane he'd failed to deliver last night before the nurse arrived to escort him out of his room. It was slightly beat up from its ride in his pocket during his encounter with "Stephen" and the trip to the morgue. Claude gently worked at straightening its wings and neck as he walked down the hallway, his eyebrows faintly furrowed in concentration. It gave his fingers something to do, at least.
"Taken an interest in origami?" the nurse asked cheerfully. "That's wonderful, Thomas. Maybe you can make some of those cranes with the paper next to the bulletin board."
Claude was about to reply, but he paused when he realized that the sun room was crowded with more people than it normally was during breakfast shift. A lot more, come to think of it. Upon noticing his confusion, the nurse kindly said, "Oh, you missed first shift already, dear. Why don't you relax a little bit until lunch?"
Well, that was disorienting. It was rare for Claude to sleep through breakfast, though he guessed it showed just how run down he'd become over the last few days. After offering the nurse a forced smile, they parted ways, and he began wandering across the room. Part of him considered leaving a note on the bulletin. Actually, he was about to head toward the board to do just that, but his heart skipped a beat once he caught sight of a familiar face, forcing him to stop in his tracks.
Guy.
Before he could even think, his legs brought him closer to where the man was sitting until he was standing just a few feet away. Despite the immense wave of relief that washed over him, it was almost surreal, seeing him doing stretches like that, as if he were preparing to lift some weights or run a marathon. To think that just the other day he'd been lying cold and stiff in the morgue!
A chill ran down Claude's spine. On second thought, maybe it was better not to think too much on that after all.
There was so much he could have said to him -- so much he wanted to say. But Claude's thoughts were so jumbled that all he could do was excitedly blurt the first thing that came to mind. "Y-you're really back!"