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[bit_impossible]

[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as

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[fallen_cetra]

Next time might be better if you listen to the warnings, Doctor. Hurt yourself before the bad dreams?

[bit_impossible]

[oh he listened, but curiosity killed the cat after all...

looks up at the sudden voice--hadn't he turned it off?--and smiles weakly] Ah, yes. Just a run-in with one of those creatures.

Aerith...were you the one who put that note on my door? I've been trying to figure it out for days now and between the number of letters there--or almost letters--it looks almost like your name.

[fallen_cetra]

Could fix it? Was good at that.

Yes. Lost the others, couldn't find anyone. Couldn't feel anything, couldn't see. The sons of Sparda are gone. Everyone always leaves... Tried looking, only heard noise. Nonsense.

[bit_impossible]

...Could you really? I didn't realise you had medical training.

I'm sorry to have worried you, then. I couldn't find anyone for a while either.

[oliverplus]

Doctor? You're awake early. [so is he, for that matter, but at least he looks healthy now]

[bit_impossible]

[okay, so he does look a little more tired than normal] Well you know me, I don't exactly sleep, Ollie.

[squints his eyes] What happened to your bandages?

[oliverplus]

[mutters] You look like you tried to.

[can't help but grin at that] Don't need 'em. I'm all healed up!

[bit_impossible]

Just an experiment, really. [innocently runs a hand through his wet hair.]

Are you really? How'd you manage that?

[hisoldgirl]

[may or may not be quietly watching him from the other room, alternately worried and upset over his display]

[bit_impossible]

[finally leaves the bathroom, towel slung around his shoulders. the moment he sees her face, he puts on a slight smile.] Sorry I took so long in there.

[hisoldgirl]

[that smile means very little to her] Are you still unwell? You look unhealthy.

[bit_impossible]

[sits down next to her] Really, I'm fine. I've just been...tired lately.

Uggh. Sorry for that log taking so damn long. I had finals this week.

[heresthebasics]

Hey Doc! [Starts extremely enthusiastic. He leans in to get a better picture of the scene. He recoils] Doc, are you okay?

If it's something you're feeling, you should never keep it corked up! A real man shows his emotions!

[bit_impossible]

[well that surprises him!] Ahhh, Isshin! [puts on a tired smile] No, I'm fine. It's just been a long night, is all.

[ooc: That's fine! Gosh, don't worry about a log taking too long, especially not when you have school stuff to worry about. That always comes first.]

[heresthebasics]

Ah, those. Anything I could do to help? Wouldn't want those nights of your getting any longer.

And, Doc. You ain't the best liar.

[bit_impossible]

Well, you see...I don't really need that much sleep. A couple hours rest every now and then, and I'm fine.

No? Must've left my poker face in my other trouser pocket.

[bluewhitecross]

[She's been getting nightmares herself, but as a person who's been through a lot of psychological problems? She's actually gotten used to them. The only time she would wake up again is when her dreams get a drastic shift- which would be never, as she's making sure she wont look at the blur again.]

Healing well, Doctor?

[bit_impossible]

Relatively, yes. I'm actually getting some help, so I'll be completely up to snuff soon!

[bluewhitecross]

Ah, that's good to hear.

[bit_impossible]

How about yourself, Ametatsu? Did you ever talk to Fuuma about that incident?