Ninteenth Drift

[driftingpersona]

*Julius is unconscious, again. But this time he doesn't have a smirk on his face, he doesn't look like he's alseep and he doesn't look strong at all. His small frame is wrought with bruises, his arms burnt and his lower face covered with blood that no doubt came out of his mouth. He is barely breathing and his heart rate is slow. He is only

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[puru_gone_wild]

*Not like it'll make much difference, but Ennil quietly slips a letter sent to Julius from his alma mater, thanking him for what he did, next to his bedstand.*

When you're better you can read that.

[driftingpersona]

*A few days later after Julius is able to sit up. He reads it...*

[puru_gone_wild]

*And due to her daily checkups on Julius, Ennil finds him just as he's finishing the letter.*

You're up. How're you feeling?

[driftingpersona]

Uh... I've been better. I've been worse... barely.

[puru_gone_wild]

Well get some rest.

You saved the lives of a lot of people at a pretty steep cost to yourself. You're entitled to take it easy for a while.