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[fuckyousoleil]

[In the center of camp, there is a bulletin board. Beneath the bulletin board is a large medical kit. Much like the other two, it has a number pasted on the side in medical tape - "VII." It's also filled to the brim with what one would expect from a med kit. However, unlike the other two, this kit is already open, making today's print out

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[doctorquincy]

[while everyone else is busy discussing the picture and the situation, he slips a folded piece of paper inside the kit]

[00_07]

It's, um, still really surprising most of the time.

[doctorquincy]

Is it?

[00_07]

No one ever wanted to protect me before.

[doctorquincy]

[. . . nods]

[00_07]

I'm not very good at letting people protect me. I don't think I'm important enough.

[doctorquincy]

You are, though.

[00_07]

But I don't think I am.

[doctorquincy]

I know.

[00_07]

That's another reason I'm not going to the hospital. I'll just be in the way and you and the other doctors should be taking care of the important people.

[doctorquincy]

You're just as important.

[00_07]

... I can go to the hospital if I get hurt?

[doctorquincy]

Of course you can. Or if you can't make it there, I'll come to you.

[00_07]

It won't count as bothering you?

[doctorquincy]

You've never bothered me, Vanya-san.

[00_07]

Oh, um, that's good. I guess. I hope I won't have to. I'm not going to get hurt. I didn't really get hurt last year and this year I'm going to be more careful. I'm not even going to be the bait now because Breeze is mad at me.