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Curiosity nearly overwhelms the nagging pain radiating throughout your body. Exploring the facility would be pretty neat...but no. No. Your body aches in a way that's usually reserved for people in their 70s.
You need to get fixed up, then you'll bother Ashton or something. Lucy and Hidaka did the best they could, but neither are doctors. You sluggishly get back on your feet, struggling to keep yourself standing now that the adrenaline is mostly gone.
"Okay, do you guys know where the nearest shower is?" You pull at your bloody, tattered lab coat. "I look like a mangled zombie with this shit on. And, well." You gesture at your bruised-up face. "This."
"At least 199X has a friend." Hidaka pats you on the back. "Like looking at mirror. Very impressive, frankly."
"Shut up."
Hidaka stuffs a photo into your hand. Oh, right, they took a photo of you—Jesus Christ. You look awful. You suspected as much, but seeing photographic evidence is another thing. Your nose is bent at a super awkward angle, and there's a massive stitched-up gash on your left cheek.
You were only punched in the face; how did you get THAT injured? Maybe he hit FET somewhere hard in the face and that's what caused it?
You also look like a completely clueless dumbass in this photo. The photograph has you spouting a vacant, distant stare and a pained, fake smile. It's like you just saw a puppy being mauled right in front of you.
Bleh. A memento's a memento, at least.
"L-let's, uhm, get you c-cleaned up. F-follow me."
You let Lucy lead the way through the twisting, maze-like hallways, only stopping to snatch some odd-looking flesh that was lying right outside your lab.
>FET FLESH SAMPLE obtained! (Oozes a royal purple ichor. ???)
Luckily for you, the nearest washroom isn't that far away from your lab. You tell the others to wait while you wipe off two days worth of grime and blood off of yourself. You're left with only your thoughts as you take a much-needed shower.
You flinch every time you scrub at a particularly raw spot on your chest or arms. Your chest is speckled and decorated with scratches, dark purple bruises, and stitched-up wounds. A constellation of injuries. Your own personal galaxy. Heh. You might've actually gotten some cool scars if you didn't have those healing sandwiches around.
The flower and vine growing out of your arm eagerly drink up the water pouring out of the showerhead. It's still weird how quickly you accepted that one of your arms has plants growing out of it. At least they're here to protect you so, eh, you'll learn to live with it.
Oh well. You exit the shower after the plants get enough water to fill them up. You stuff your torn up lab coat into your satchel since, frankly, it's beyond repair. You stumble out of the washroom now that you no longer look like a shambling corpse.
"Another story, please." Hidaka and Lucy seem to be talking about something. You take a moment to eavesdrop on them while they're still unaware of your presence.
