It's been three days since the afternoon
He's crawling softly through different rows of bookshelves in the library. The big library--the one on the eighth floor. He's already told Mihael that it was useless, but he's searching for medical texts--anything that he can find to help him with this illness. And so far, he hasn't found a lot. Still, N highly doubted that it was a natural cause. Meaning that the supernatural was involved. Meaning that someone he knew had the potential to help him...
...but he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to swallow his pride and ask. Not after last time. He's been avoiding that person--trying to anyway--since last time, sure that his very presance could send N back into a place that he really didn't want to be. No. No, this was fine. Just fine.
He locates a book on a lower shelf and pulls it out before laying down on the floor, resting his chin in his hands as he flips through it boredly, looking for anything that could have something to do with the illness.
[[ooc: as a small note, this is backlogged a few days, before N started getting really ill. Set a short time after the kitchen scene.]]
...but he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to swallow his pride and ask. Not after last time. He's been avoiding that person--trying to anyway--since last time, sure that his very presance could send N back into a place that he really didn't want to be. No. No, this was fine. Just fine.
He locates a book on a lower shelf and pulls it out before laying down on the floor, resting his chin in his hands as he flips through it boredly, looking for anything that could have something to do with the illness.
[[ooc: as a small note, this is backlogged a few days, before N started getting really ill. Set a short time after the kitchen scene.]]