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[curiousmalady]

*The clinic door opens and they walk out, Komui holding onto Bak, Bak to Komui, arms around each others' waists. Shooting wan smiles at the nurses and doctors who cared for them for the last three weeks, some of whom look vaguely sentimental as they watch the two go. The truth is, they're nervous about leaving, both of them. But they don't want to

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[kardial]

[He clings just a little tighter to Komui, suddenly feeling more frightened as they leave. More out in the open. Suddenly wanting to go bad and dive under hospital covers. But he can't, they can't. They had to leave eventually, right? And at least they have a place to go back to here

But still, his mind wanders, making him more skittish than ever, even with Komui leaning against him.]

[curiousmalady]

*Feels that, and he's getting nervous too. The hall seems so long, the future so incredibly uncertain. His own arm tightens and he feels suddenly exposed in the flimsy hospital gown he's wearing.*

[kardial]

[Under any normal circumstance, he'd probably make a joke about that hospital gown. But he's too on edge, too scared, and too focused with getting to "safety"]

[curiousmalady]

*Komui's mercifully unaware of it at the moment. Feeling cold and hoping they reach the room soon. They turn a corner, clinic doors vanishing from view.*