Huh. So the head doctor actually cared about their well-being? Yeah, right. Though he guessed a game would be pretty boring if all of them had kicked the bucket
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Usually the first thing Guy noticed when night came was, of course, the lights going out and the doors unlocking. However, this time it was the stinging that started in his chest, and while it was enough to make him suck in a breath, he soon realized that it wasn't as bad as it had been the night before. It still hurt, but it wasn't a blinding pain by any means.
Manageable, in other words. And thank Yulia for that.
Hearing the weary tone that the Head Doctor was now speaking in was actually something of a comfort. It meant that the man was just as human as the rest of them, even though he was apparently untouchable. Guy didn't really think much of his apology, but it was interesting that he wasn't owning up to either the zombies or the apparitions. Who knew where the truths started and the lies ended, though.
When Guy opened his desk drawer to get his flashlight, he was surprised to find Claude's bag of pills in there as well. And then it occurred to him -- Claude had brought a lot with him last night, so how much of it had been left here?
Moving over to the closet, he found his friend's jacket and shirt hanging there, completely clean of the blood they had been stained with the night before. The younger man's shoes were also there, and even the meat cleaver. Geez. There was no way he could carry this much stuff, and he was already in a hurry, so Guy just grabbed the shirt and jacket and draped them over his shoulder before moving to pull Ashton's sword from under his mattress.
He was pretty sure that was everything, which meant that he couldn't delay any longer. "Good luck with whatever you've got going on tonight, Okita," he said with a nod. He felt bad that they'd spent all of dinner talking about him, but there wasn't much he could do about that now.
Figuring that the other man would understand that he was in a hurry, Guy headed out the door and down the hall without saying another word.
Manageable, in other words. And thank Yulia for that.
Hearing the weary tone that the Head Doctor was now speaking in was actually something of a comfort. It meant that the man was just as human as the rest of them, even though he was apparently untouchable. Guy didn't really think much of his apology, but it was interesting that he wasn't owning up to either the zombies or the apparitions. Who knew where the truths started and the lies ended, though.
When Guy opened his desk drawer to get his flashlight, he was surprised to find Claude's bag of pills in there as well. And then it occurred to him -- Claude had brought a lot with him last night, so how much of it had been left here?
Moving over to the closet, he found his friend's jacket and shirt hanging there, completely clean of the blood they had been stained with the night before. The younger man's shoes were also there, and even the meat cleaver. Geez. There was no way he could carry this much stuff, and he was already in a hurry, so Guy just grabbed the shirt and jacket and draped them over his shoulder before moving to pull Ashton's sword from under his mattress.
He was pretty sure that was everything, which meant that he couldn't delay any longer. "Good luck with whatever you've got going on tonight, Okita," he said with a nod. He felt bad that they'd spent all of dinner talking about him, but there wasn't much he could do about that now.
Figuring that the other man would understand that he was in a hurry, Guy headed out the door and down the hall without saying another word.
[To here.]
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