Day 46: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle went off, mirroring the cheery voice that came out of the speakers soon after it.

"Hello, everyone, and I hope you found productive endeavors in both your music-making and your therapy sessions! Now, our nurses will be escorting all of you to your rooms and to your delicious dinners. Tonight, we're serving moist slices of

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[bitpartgod]

Wow. Broken bones, crutches, serious injuries... the patients here sure knew how to get themselves hurt, didn't they?

That alone had given Kibitoshin enough food for thought to give him a royal case of mental indigestion. With such a wide range of injuries came an equally wide range of ways to get them, and with that came an even wider pool of teeth and claws and weapons all out to get him. Typical! Just... typical!

Oh, well. Even if stopping people from being attacked in the first place was a tad beyond him in most cases, helping them recover afterwards was equally rewarding. And with the amount of people hurt every night he was never going to be without someone to look after, either. Just whether that was a good thing or not he hadn't quite decided- he could manage those two healings tomorrow with enough preparation, right?- but he tried not to let that bother him for now.

Smiling brightly at Homura as he entered, he gave a cheerful, "Good evening!" before sitting down, wondering, distantly, just why the man's head seemed to be sparkling at him. Never mind. People were strange like that.