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Guest is walking up the stairs, looking for Two Time, he lets his mind wander. While he tried to bond with every survivor when he first got stuck in this place, but Two Time is an enigma to him Despite this he still cares about them, every time he saw them using their own body to block hits, or risking their life trying to backstab the killers. Guest is a war veteran, if you can call him that because he remembers dying from the grande. He really hopes that his family is alive and well. Guest, shakes his head, going back to the original thought. He's a war veteran, he saw his friend die on the battlefield, he killed people, but when he saw the way Two Time enters their second life. Everything that he saw on the battlefield... Feels like nothing compared to that sight. The mere memory makes a chill run down his spine, him, a trained soldier.
Coming out of his head, Guest stares at the door to the room that cultists decided to occupy. He knocks a few times, not wanting to invade their privacy. No response is given, Guest almost walks away, maybe they are somewhere else, but a gut feeling tells him to enter. He hesitates for a few seconds, but finally opens the door. The sight confirms his worst suspicions. Two Time didn't even made it to their bed before their body shut down. Soldier cautiously approaches, well aware of the danger their dagger brings. The cultist doesn't react. Guest turns them on their back, their face lacks the usual smile, their tail is limp and their skin, while they've always had a white skin, now it's clammy and hot to the touch. Guest is amazed and horrified at how well they managed to hide it.
He picks them up and moves to the bed, feeling another wave of worry when he realises how light they are. He gently tucks them under the covers, musse memory from when he used to take care of his daughter kicks in. While he knows that they're an adult, they are still one of the youngests in the group and he can't help his fatherly instincts. Before Guest realises it, he finds himself checking out the scars on their shoulder. Some of them look old, while others.... Not so much. The soldier makes himself a promise to observe the cultist more.
Meanwhile the killers and 007n7 came back, successfully finding some medicine in abandoned pharmacy. Although the medicine itself has completely different names that what they're used to, but reading the label shows that it's in fact safe to use. Mafioso and 007n7 start distributing it to the sick ones, while Builderman and Noob analyse the labels.
Before Shedletsky took the medicine he was asking A LOT of questions. As an Admin, and former god he never was sick before, and he never needed to take the medication. Luckily for him, 007n7 has patience of a father and answered every question with great detail, eventually the admin took the meds, almost gagging at the taste. Then in the fever induced state he gave hackers offended look, like he just deliberately gave him poison. 007n7 had to dodge a sword that was thrown at him. Former hacker takes a mental note to let other admins take care of Shedletsky. He isn't taking any chances.
Speaking of chances, 007n7 is currently looking at Chance who refuses to take meds.
- "Seven. Don't bother, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather... It's nothing serious. Save it for those who really need it."
- "Chance, you're one of those people."
- "N-no... I said I'm fine!"
Elliot who willingly took his dose and was listening to the conversation, clearly had enough. Despite the fever consuming his body he stood up and started throwing threats.
- "Chance if you won't take this medication this instant... Or I'm going to shove it down your throat!"- Hearing those words the gambler pales even more than they were before.
- "E-Ellie, please be reasonable!"
- "Don't 'Ellie' me! You have five seconds!"
- "C-come on!"
- "Five, four thr-"
007n7 quickly leaves the room. He learned long ago that you don't mess with Elliot when he's mad. Former hacker sighs tiredly, his body feeling heavy. He wishes he could check on his son, but he remembers that Noli told him that C00lkidd is not ready to meet him, which breaks his heart, but at the same time fils will relief. So instead he decides to take a quick nap, wanting to distract himself.
Azure stares at the medication with suspicion, looking up at the debt collector.
- "I'm not sure... I was willing to trust you, but since you also don't know this.... I'm hesitant."
- "I checked the labels. This is right medication, just with different name."
- "...I would rather use my medicine."
- "Do you have access to it?"
- "..."
- "Exactly. I know you're hesitant. All your life you've been taught to be weary of things from outside the cult. But now you know better, that this was just one big lie, a manipulation."
- "I know... It's hard to change what I've been told my whole life... But... I'm willing to try"- Azure says, and Mafioso nods with relief. He explains to Azure what each medication does, and how he should dose it. The ex cultist listens closely.
Builderman and Noob finish segregating the meds. The have a five bottles with medicine from the fever, two for cough and two boxes of painkillers. Suddenly Noob gasps, almost dropping the bottle he was holding.
- "Everything okay?"- Builderman asks. Noob hands him the bottle, pointing at something on the label. The admin takes it and reads what is written. His brows burrow in confusion.
- "It's just an expiration date?"
- "L-look at the year..."
Builderman reads it again and freezes, his eyes widen in terror, confusion and shock. The year written on the bottle is 5125. The two survivalists looks at each other, realisation dawning on them.
They've been stuck in the purgatory for centuries.