NIght 50: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

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There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).

Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.

She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.

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[highvoltagegirl.livejournal.com]

"Well, you look fine now!" She flailed for emphasis when she got to the last word. Normally this would mean approximately nothing, but knowing that Claire's abilities were being dampened in some way made it that much more significant.

All the same, Elle didn't really want to stick around and find out what these elusive monsters looked like. Not that she was going to admit it to Claire, now or ever. So she followed along, game face on. Even if Claire kind of had the upper hand in the situation, there wasn't a chance in hell that Elle was going to let her feel that way.

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

As Elle began to follow, Claire turned to lead the way down the hallway. She didn't really feel the need to clarify that being fine now wasn't the biggest of deals. It had been, what, 24 hours since the attack? She should have been healing a lot faster than that. The fact that it was even taking a few minutes longer than normal for those cuts on her hands to heal was disconcerting enough. Speaking of ...

She loosened her grip on the glass shard and tried to discreetly look down as it as they walked. The gash was deep, practically to her bone, but it didn't hurt in the slightest. She still hadn't decided if that was a good or a bad thing. The fact that it didn't heal right away made her look away -- she couldn't stand to look at it, even, if it wasn't going to fix itself. Luckily, they reached the door quickly and she could shrug it off as they went through.

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