Thirty Sixth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[While his absence, no doubt, has gone largely unnoticed through the past week, it's possible that there have been a few who have been wondering where the plaintive cries of Love, Peace, and Trust had gone.  Luckily, others had taken up the slack where Lucas had been unable.

Rewind time to last Friday.  Or last Thursday, actually.

It is 11:45 at

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[has_a_name]

...

... what happened to you...?

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas will sigh a little.]

I guess you could say I fell off a horse. ...Except the horse was a table and I didn't fall so much as it vanished at a bad time.

[has_a_name]

... oh, that table...

...

... my things were taken, too...

[a_gentle_boy]

It sounds like everyone's has. It'll come back soon, I'm sure - and my healing with it - but I don't know if I can stand just sitting here doing nothing...

[rapier_ex]

Lucas! You're okay!

[a_gentle_boy]

Y-Yes, I am!

[For some reason, he shouts, too.]

I hope you haven't been worried. I've been in bed the whole time, I'm sorry.

[rapier_ex]

Good... I was worried you were...

[a_gentle_boy]

No. Nothing like that. But I guess... A lot of people have already, huh? This is even worse than last time.

[expiatrice]

...Lucas! Are you still injured? That can be taken care of now, but please don't push yourself until you get better. It's still dangerous outside.

[a_gentle_boy]

Miss Ciel?

I'm... healing. Slowly. I'd forgotten how long things like this take normally, but I can just about sit up and talk on the phone, so... I guess that's two good reasons not to go outside.

[expiatrice]

Mm. [A hum of acknowledgment.] There might be something that I can do for that. I can come over to the hospital and take a look, would you mind? [Two purposes, really. Above physical injuries right now, mental support might be even more important, taking in account of everything that's been happening of late.]

[a_gentle_boy]

I've been released home. It's really alright. The doctors did everything they could, and it's really dangerous right now . . .

[catchingmusic]

...Yeah.

I didn't get a letter either, but Toris did.

[a_gentle_boy]

Toris? I don't think I know that person... Is he or she alright?

[catchingmusic]

He's supposed to be my dad.

I think so.

[a_gentle_boy]

That's good. ...

I don't know why they keep doing this kind of thing. Is it fun? To watch people hurt each other? I never could understand.

[vertulpen]

[The. . .the hospital? You're going to have to give him a good reason to not go over there right now, Lucas. His voice actually sounds concerned, which is saying a lot.

Lucas? Lucas, what happened!? Where are you?

[Sometimes his overprotective side speaks before his rational side.]

[a_gentle_boy]

I'm alright! I really am. I'm sorry, Mr. Netherlands ...

[For a moment, it's just like old times again. He speaks eagerly.]

I'm just at home, resting. ...I think the regains will come back before I heal naturally, but there's nothing I can do about it right now.

Are you alright?! Did you get one of the letters?

[vertulpen]

[Some relief then; after finding Hilbert, he was glad to hear Lucas' voice at least.]

You can rest, that's what you can do. [That sounds a little grumpy, bossy . . . it should be a good indicator that Holland is still very much himself despite circumstances. He pauses, but Lucas may as well know.]

I did; I got a letter.

[a_gentle_boy]

[There is a intense sort of silence for a few moments.]

I didn't feel much like resting before and I definitely don't now. Mr. Netherlands ... Do you know who has your name?