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[folkloristlore]

[Bennett Marrow finds his mind only exists within a fog at this point. He's managed to wrap up the right side of his face, though he's not sure he needs to anymore-- it's not bleeding. In fact, his heightened senses all came flooding back when the humanizing effect wore off and the pain dropped off very suddenly

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[havea_heart]

[Herz is starting to feel human again. He still get shakes whenever his mind wanders where it shouldn't, and he'll probably need to type for a week to avoid taking five minutes to verbally express three complete thoughts, but. He's thinking clearer, he's convinced himself to get out of bed, and while he's not going to fling himself to the network, he's going to check on some choice important people.

First up, the people on his floor. He doesn't know how many have cleared from the clinic he hazily remembers fleeing from, or even that some passengers have been quarantined. Still, he'd do a room-check over going back down around all the medical bullshit.

Brings back bad memories.

Ben's room is the closest, so it's going to be the first up. He gives it a knock and calls his name, but there's no response. Well, crap. Worried, he tries the door--maybe it'll be unlocked like his was.

Good assumption--it totally is.]

Ben?

[The name pops out about three seconds after he's formed it in his mouth. It's hard to stutter the letter 'b

[folkloristlore]

[The room is dark, save for the light on his desk, illuminating books that Herz has brought him, books he's collected himself, and pages and pages of writings already filling new notebooks. There are a few English-Japanese dictionaries lying around, to help himself communicate with his new pupil, Doumeki, but-- all the others are fairytales. All around the desk are the remains of bad first drafts, ripped out and balled up pages, most completely covered with ink

[havea_heart]

[This lighting is perfect for Herz, his eyes filling in details most wouldn't be able to see. To him, the room is bathed in light and Jesus God, Ben, you look like shit warmed over.

Herz picks his way over to him.]

I--

Y--Y-Yeah, I--

Jesus...

[Your posture, expression, the bandages? Worry the fuck out of him? He reaches out to lightly touch the man's cheek to check for a fever.

Please tell him you Are Not Dying. Please. Please pleasepleaseplkaslkejalksjdfsdf.]

[folkloristlore]

Ssorry. Sorry.

[What are you sorry for, Bennett, you've got to tell him-- oh, look at that, he's touching you, isn't that nice. Novel. New.

Does it matter? He's going to die you'regoingtoattackhimyou'reabouttochangegethimOUT.

He finches very minutely.]

Last night, I'm sorry.

I'm glad... glad you're home.

[Home? Did he mean to say home? What would a better word be? Have been, rather?]

I'm.... I'm s-sorry. I'm kind of... d-drugged.

Pain....

....painkillers.

[His smile is wider as something in his chest begins to pull. He doesn't recognize it, yet. It's starting, and he doesn't even know.]