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[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted awake. He awoke with such force that he literally fell out of the bed. It took Wendell a moment to realize where he was, and only a moment longer for nausea to overwhelm him. Luckily, he finds a trash bucket just in time to retch up an disturbing black substance into it.]
[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]
[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]