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[Iilyda]

Mortimer didn't respond, slowly winding the cloth loosely around his fingers. There was slight twinge on those swollen areas of his skin, but as far as Mortime could understand, he felt nothing. But he wonder if that was what Hell felt like; little piece of your flesh slowly burning away. The idea almost threw Mortimer into a fear frenzy. He took a deep breath and sat up straight, his gaze finding its way over to the dog. Mortimer wasn't sure what to think of what the guards had said. Only that it made him sick to his stomach. He reached over and patted the Doberman on the head, his face unchanging even when it squinted its eyes open at him. "Biddy," Mortimer said quietly. That was what that guard had called the dog. Biddy. Mortimer was pretty sure that was a girls' name, but it felt good for whatever reason, to know what to call the wounded dog. Even if it had been Mortimer who had injured it in the first place.

[Dradogo]

Joke looked at the dog, thinking that it suited the name well. "Do you think she wants to go back?" Joke asked, wondering if the hospital was the dog's home. He was wondering what the dog was thinking; if it was scared and missing the other dogs.

((Sorry for the short post D: Don't have much time right now))

[Iilyda]

{That's fine. ^^}

Mortimer shook his head. He didn't know. But he hadn't made Biddy very happy, that much he knew. It was a confusing business; Mortimer felt entirely all too guilty for shooting Biddy, but if he hadn't, Biddy might have likely killed him. What was Mortimer supposed to have done? In any case, he supposed, there was no bringing her back now - not when they would be caught on the spot. Mortimer checked Biddy's bandage and retied it, then moving to pick up the spool again. Now what they needed was a bowl for Biddy, or something to hold the water for her to drink. Mortimer stood up and began searching again, crouching down instinctively for fear that someone would see him through the windows. Eventually he happened upon a smaller sort of bowl, which appeared to be the metal cap for some part of machinary. Brushing off most of the rust, Mortimer heaved at the water-filled spool, still quite hot from being boiled, and splashed a small amount into the cap. He pushed it towards Biddy, sitting down on the floor with a gasp and fingering his small burn wounds impulsively.

[Dradogo]

"Stop touching the burns. It'll hurt more if you do that." Joke warned, pushing the spool with the rest of the water towards his friend. He hesitantly put his finger in the water to test the temperature, before sitting back. "When it cools down, put your fingers in the water. The cold'll numb the pain." He said, staring at a speck of dirt on the ground.

[Iilyda]

Mortimer blinked at Joke, not quite understanding how that was going to help. And it didn't really matter. But he stared at the surface of the boiled water, as if he might see it cool. Thinking about the burns. He'd been coming to a conclusion. If Mortimer could be touched - if people could see him, hear him, hit him, stick a needle in his arm - then he couldn't be a ghost. No disembodied spirit could experience the things he'd been expierencing. No spector could feel it's skin burn. But then Mortimer remembered. He remembered what he saw the first time he awoke from the Darkness. The first real face he glimpsed after the accident.

{I'm gonna post his flashback next. ^^}

[*-Insano-*]

Alex smiled and took the gummy bers. "I've decided that these are my new favorite food." she started eating them and turned back to the trays of food, trying to decide what to eat next. Now that the trays were there in front of her she was starving. She continued to eat the gummy bears as she searched through the other bags of candy and junk food. "Drinks?"

[Iilyda]

Ezra clapped a hand to his forehead, feeling completely scatter-brained. "Right. Drinks. Just one moment, Alex," he said, sliding back out the door. This time he didn't figure to lock it, but closed it firmly behind him. It wasn't really worth it, since he'd just be going down the hall to the doctor's lounge to grab two drinks from the vending machine. Right? Ezra convinced himself he was being a worry-wort and strode into the lounge, fingering more change in his pocket and dropping into the vending machine slot. Hopefully his pay check wouldn't get slashed again. The last thing St. Auron's needed was more pay cuts.

[Dradogo]

Joke smiled as he drew invisible images in the air, amusing himself. He had a feeling that they wouldn't be leaving for a while, so he had to find some way to entertain himself. He yawned, but shrugged it off quickly, not wanting to worry about sleep; he didn't want to cause Mortimer any more trouble. Absentmindedly playing with the buckle on his boot, Joke looked over at the dog who was now starting to drink the water it had been given.

[*-Insano-*]

Alex sat on her bed happily eating the gummy bears. She dropped the empty bag and started looking for something else to eat. She picked up a bag of chips and opened it. She wasn't as hungry as she had been before but she was still pretty hungry. She hadn't realized that he hadn't locked the door or she probably would have left.

[Iilyda]

Someone had blinded him. After decades of Darkness, someone had brought the sun down upon his face, and he was blinded by white light, and his eyes stung fiercely. Mortimer blinked and rubbed his eyes in a desperate attempt to wipe the sun away, and gradually it began to fade.

Everything was bright, even though Mortimer could now distinguish the shadows. He was standing in a white room with blaring overheard lights, and the fluorescents seemed to bounce endlessly off of the whitewashed surfaces and back into his eyes. Everything in the room was sterile. Neat. Precise. There were white countertops all lined up in one corner of the room, and an ivory sink fastened into the wall. The trim was white and the floor tiling was white, and the gurney rolled up near the lone window had white sheets folded neatly upon them, with a flat white pillow on top. The sky beyond the window was a pale but dismal grey. Mortimer could see nothing but clouds.

He was alone. No one else was in this room, and the same stifling silence seemed to have leaked in from the Darkness. As Mortimer began slow, paced steps for the window, the fabric of his plain slacks did not even rustle. Looking down at himself, he was wearing a tunic, although it seemed the only thing in this room to be a soft, pastel blue. Mortimer lifted his head, his eyes suckering to the window.

There were only clouds. Why couldn't Mortimer see the ground? A disorienting wave of vertigo hit him, and Mortimer gripped the windowsill tightly, bracing himself. He couldn't bring himself to look all the way down. The fear had settled in him that when he did, there would be no end. It would just go on and on and on. Mortimer had never been afraid of heights, but the concept was dizzying. But he forced himself to look up, facing the window pane anyhow. His fingers nearly broke the wooden sill in two.

The light was so strong in Mortimer's white room that the glare on the window was enormous. Still seeing the rolling clouds beyond, it was like looking into a mirror. But Mortimer wasn't looking back at him. There was another thing, his height, standing just beyond the pane. It wore a black Slipknot tee with a plaid button-up, black skinny jeans and a leather studded cuff around its wrist. But its skin was as pale and sickly as alabaster, with eyes that seemed to have no irises. The left side of its face was torn away; muscle and sinew hung in bloody strips along its jaw, and blood seemed from its hairline. The whit-blonde hair itself was matted with rubble, torn glass, and a large chunk of it was so thick with blood that it was almost indistinguishable. The clothes were torn and ruined as well, revealing a tracery of gore and devastated flesh. Everything about the corpse in Mortimer's reflection was gruesome, in every conceivable way. When Mortimer stepped back from the window, the corpse stepped back too, looking equally alarmed.

And then Mortimer looked down at himself once more. And saw his animated corpse's body beneath him.

Mortimer was shaking violently as his reverie went on, his pale eyes trapped within a different and faraway world.

Ezra returned to Alex's room with each drink tuck into the crook of his elbow, hlding them to his chest while the opened the door. He smiled at Alex and sat on the end of her bed, placing a Minute Maid apple juice on her bedside table. "Here," he said, snapping the tab off of his can of Dr. Pepper. "I figured juice would be the simplest." Ezra took a long gulp from his can, feeling as it slid down his throat and willing the caffeine to kick in. It couldn't be more than four hours past midday, but already it felt as if he'd been working a twenty-four hour shift. Ezra had been working long hours these past few days. He was lucky Jenny was as generous and tolerant a woman as she was.