Nightshift 38: Men's Restroom, 2nd Floor
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The inside of the bathroom was more or less like the ones he was used to back... back where now? Would he call that place home? He shook his head, tearing the thorn-encrusted vines off of his arms. No, that place wasn't any kind of home. Home was found within people, and he would not be able to find that again.
He was tearing the bramble off of his leg when he realized he was still bleeding from his arm. Albedo slowly moved his head to stare at his arm in horror. Why hadn't it healed?! Had Nigredo found a way to shut that off, the infinite telomerase, his claim to immortality?! If he had, if Nigredo had....
...What would he do? He would be able to die.
The thought shocked all sense from him, and then was put aside as he saw the blue glow start to close the scrapes on his arm. He exhaled loudly, not realizing he had been holding his breath. Albedo watched the process scrutinizingly. It was far more slower than it should have been, but it was working. Everything was fine.
The wounds had fully sealed on his arm and were almost closed on his leg before he felt it. Suddenly feeling weak and dizzy, Albedo leaned heavily on the sink. What...? What was going on?!
The inside of the bathroom was more or less like the ones he was used to back... back where now? Would he call that place home? He shook his head, tearing the thorn-encrusted vines off of his arms. No, that place wasn't any kind of home. Home was found within people, and he would not be able to find that again.
He was tearing the bramble off of his leg when he realized he was still bleeding from his arm. Albedo slowly moved his head to stare at his arm in horror. Why hadn't it healed?! Had Nigredo found a way to shut that off, the infinite telomerase, his claim to immortality?! If he had, if Nigredo had....
...What would he do? He would be able to die.
The thought shocked all sense from him, and then was put aside as he saw the blue glow start to close the scrapes on his arm. He exhaled loudly, not realizing he had been holding his breath. Albedo watched the process scrutinizingly. It was far more slower than it should have been, but it was working. Everything was fine.
The wounds had fully sealed on his arm and were almost closed on his leg before he felt it. Suddenly feeling weak and dizzy, Albedo leaned heavily on the sink. What...? What was going on?!