For as much as he had to drink last night (not much by Shin Makoku standards, but plenty by his), his night had passed restlessly, instead of simply passed out as he had expected. The alcohol in his system had amplified his dreams, making them vivid and seemingly real, but mostly confusing. Very confusing. It was as if he was reliving the previous
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A harsh cough echoed through the hallway, pulling his attention from himself to whomever was making such a terrible racket. As he rounded a corner, he saw his roommate leaning against the wall, hacking up a lung.
"Yozak? Are you okay?"
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Suddenly, a new thought occurred to him and he reversed directions. "Yozak, you weren't injured in the sparring, were you? Come on, you need to see Gisela. She'll help you. Lean on me, but not too heavily. My foot's killing me. I forgot my cane this morning."
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