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♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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... Thank you.

[... I guess this is gonna be an awkward crawl back to the ballroom because pain and only having one arm fuck you Zwei]

It's okay. Janta gently secured its rope around your good wrist.

Back to the trauma center-ballroom you go. It's quiet, just like before, and Nurse Echo calls out to you.

"Ah. I was about to retrieve you..."

[thank you janta :(]

... You were?

"Yes. I could tell you were badly injured, but I was distracted. Here. Allow me to assist you."

And just like that, she lifts you, even watching out for your horns, then carries you to a hospital bed.

[flaksdfa wow okay what is going on here I don't know!?]

You can heal??

"I can heal. Mostly. I am Nurse Hail."

She walks over to the desk.

... Mostly???

[i have no idea what you are doing '-']

Oh, right. She brings over a needle and injects him with that—NOT LIQUID STEPFORD!! But something to dull the pain.

"Mostly. Yes."

And she starts applying bandages where she can, but not without trying to pull his shirt off.

[... relaxing...

but sure fine you can have my shirt :'| but it still hurts because you're JOSTLING THE BROKEN ARM and stuff]

Zwei sucks. For the record. Uh, even though you probably knew that, but I wanted to say it, anyway. Did anything change in here, while I was gone?

No worries, she's taking care of that arm afterwards, too.

"Change? That's right. You cannot see. This was once the ballroom, but it has since been converted into a trauma center."

I knew that, because Janta told me, but, I mean in the short span of time that I was gone.

[GRITTING HIS TEETH as she gets to his arm but 8(]

"Ah... Coping died, I took over... and that is all I personally know. Sorry."

[:/a :\a]

It's okay. Can you do something for my foot, to make it easier to walk? I need to go to that garden, to inspect where Coping died.

"I don't think you want to. It was most likely not a part of Zwei, but a part of Hail."

She does oblige, though, and you feel her treating your foot in moments.

... Thank you.

And, I want to. I am going to keep going, no matter what, to help Hail, and I need to know how, and why, Coping died.

"...it's a start."

She finishes up her semi-healing process. The pain should be tolerable enough for you to move around, your arm is in a sling, and you have bandages where they ought to be.

It's quiet for a moment until Janta speaks up.

"I think... I should explain something. But it will probably just make it confusing."

[...]

What do you want to explain, Janta?

Janta continues. Nurse Echo seems distracted with something else, judging from the clattering noises and footsteps taking place across the room.

"Coping was the one who did this to me."

[you do that nurse echo i have a fluffy thing to focus on]

Wait—what??

"I... I don't know why! But if she's reviving here, then... we can ask her! Right, creepy scary nurse?!"

There's silence.

"The nurse says yes! You did not see her nod."

Okay.

Then—if she is reviving, we can ask her. I can wait.

Coping, Ballroom Echo, whatever you know her as really, same difference—she sits up slowly. But I guess you can't see this.

You hear rustling and movement... nothing loud.

But then an ear-splitting scream rings out.

[AHHHH

yelps at the sudden loud noise and falls off the bed in surprise]

Hail!

The screams begin to quiet. The breathing you hear is frightened and labored, and her voice is weak. Even Janta seems rattled, and is leaning against you.

The one who speaks is neither Nurse Echo nor Janta; you can tell, shhh. It's Coping.

"W... what is this? I am here... but where is she?"

[h-hugging janta okay]

Where is who? You are in the ballroom, which is now a trauma center, and. . . you are back here, and alive again.

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