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Night 57: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 2
[From here]
By the second flight of stairs, Ippo was on his hands and knees. Every bone and joint in his body was rebelling against him as if they were trying to break free from the confines of his muscle tissue. The boxer could no longer command his limbs to carry him up any furhter. He collapsed on the stairs, panting like had been running for his life. Whatever resistance his body had been putting up previously was now gone. Ippo tried to tell the other patient to go on without him, but he didn't have enough control over his body to form the words.
With a frightened groan, Ippo prostrated himself against the cement stairs as bone began to reconnect itself in a strange new way. Muscles were torn and re-knitted to make room for this new construction. He began to feel the loss of sensation in his hands a feet as his torso started to shorten and bow him permanently.
"Wh-What's... h-happening...?" he asked, but who knew if it was coherent above his hoarse panting. As a fierce pain spouted from his forehead, Ippo curled his arms tightly around his head, terrified and in need of some kind of shelter. The fabric of his shirt grew warm and wet as tissue and blood began to flow from two bulbous growths that had split the skin of his skull in half.
By the second flight of stairs, Ippo was on his hands and knees. Every bone and joint in his body was rebelling against him as if they were trying to break free from the confines of his muscle tissue. The boxer could no longer command his limbs to carry him up any furhter. He collapsed on the stairs, panting like had been running for his life. Whatever resistance his body had been putting up previously was now gone. Ippo tried to tell the other patient to go on without him, but he didn't have enough control over his body to form the words.
With a frightened groan, Ippo prostrated himself against the cement stairs as bone began to reconnect itself in a strange new way. Muscles were torn and re-knitted to make room for this new construction. He began to feel the loss of sensation in his hands a feet as his torso started to shorten and bow him permanently.
"Wh-What's... h-happening...?" he asked, but who knew if it was coherent above his hoarse panting. As a fierce pain spouted from his forehead, Ippo curled his arms tightly around his head, terrified and in need of some kind of shelter. The fabric of his shirt grew warm and wet as tissue and blood began to flow from two bulbous growths that had split the skin of his skull in half.