Med Bay: Part Two

[meat_mooks]

With the end of Quarantine, all of the patients who'd been kept in the bubbles had been released (with the exception of those that Medical felt weren't safe to release), and brought back to the Med Bay proper. Some of them might leave, with family or friends to look after them, but others might remain in the Med Bay. Others still were only just

Comments

[eradicating_war]

It was beyond him too. Though he seemed to have heard her. His expression went from an oddly gentle expression to one of slight confusion.

"...Feldt?"

"Setsuna!" She threw her arms around him in a hug, and he could feel her crying against him.

She had really been worried about him.

He turned his head towards her a bit more, leaning his head against hers a bit. He reached with his arm to lightly hug her back...

...but the restraints stopped the motion. That jolted him out of his trance as he looked down at his arm in confusion. As reality further intruded, he could feel that memory slipping from his grasp, and back to the recesses of his mind. He tried to hold onto it, but he'd have an easier time grabbing hold of the wind.

Once he was back to reality, his eyes locked on to Sakura. He opened his mouth, looking as if he needed to tell her something important, but not a sound came out. He could practically feel the syllables on the tip of his tongue, but he could also feel them crumbling into dust.

Eventually he closed his mouth, and laid his head back in quiet frustration. He didn't know what he had just seen, but the echo it left behind told him that he had just forgot something important.

"...No, nothing you can do."

[haruno]

She feels that familiar frustration, if it's unfamiliar in this setting. Being unable to help grated on her, especially as she found she really wanted to. Whoever Feldt was, and whatever Setsuna had been seeing, meant something to him. That he'd seemed ready to say something he never ended up articulating almost made it worse.

Really, what was going on for him?

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'll see if I can't help change that." He might not want her to expend the time or effort (or more to the point, wouldn't want to cooperate), but it was increasingly apparent to her she needed to study more of what made the mind work than she ever had before.

Giving up would never be an option. Growing stronger, getting better, learning more -- all of those were.