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you're staring at the ceiling, laying flat on your back. as usual you can't sleep, it's been 2 days after the "Alien stage tragedy" as the Segyein referred to it while talking on the radio. and the rebellion was.. chaotic to say the least. now that their second leader was dead they were holding votes for the next leader, though it was pretty obvious it'd be Dewey or Isaac given they were the most responsible ones there.
you'd ocassionally go to the infirmary to check on Luka, because well, you're the one who dragged him here so he's you're problem now. he's been annoying, but that's a good thing right? it shows that he's getting better… Physically atleast. he even continued asking about Hyuna even though you've explained five times by now that she's dead growing even more persistent every time he'd ask. beside Hyuna though? he'd never talk.
it was frustrating, he only talked when the subject revolved around her. and when you asked about anything; how was he feeling, if he wanted water, or anything of the sort, he'd hum back in response.
and when you weren't dealing with Luka, you were out in the slums helping survivors or looking for supplies like medicine, water, food, anything really.
you slowly grew more tired, eyes drooping shut, breath growing shallow. until you were out like a light looking like you were laying in a casket.
the sun starts rising, it's rays shining through the hopper window directly onto your face, you drag the pillow onto your face grumbling. before tossing it aside and sitting up and crawling out of the sheets. not bothering to make your bed.
you get into uniform quickly and quietly... you're pretty sure you're forgetting something but it can't be important if you forgot it right?
what to do now?.. maybe you should go check on the blond twink?.. nah you'll do it after getting something from a vending machine. dealing with him on a empty stomach is no easy task.
so you exit the dorm? if you could call it that, and walk down the hall.
eventually you reach the vending machine. was it a good thing or a bad thing that it was beside the infirmary? either way you get a pack of pocky and a small carton of strawberry milk, sure this definitely couldn't be considered breakfast but its not like you ate much in the morning anyways.
you push the infirmary door open with your foot hands busy opening the pocky pack as enter the infirmary hoping Luka wouldn't be too annoying today.
"..."
"oh, hey you're one of the newer members right?"
what could Isaac and Dewey be doing.. oh yeah Dewey's the leader.. you think atleast?
"yeah."
"well, since you're here. do you mind being assigned to take care of these two?"
Isaac motions to Till and Luka, it's not like you haven't been taking care of them but fully being assigned? that was an entirely different hell. in any case, now you won't have to go outside of the rebellions safe house, actually no that was kinda bad. going outside was kinda fun and you got to interact with other rebellion members and survivors.
"yeah sure I don't mind"
it's not like you could really refuse. you'd look like an asshole.
"alright then, thanks dude we appreciate it"
talk about being somewhere at the wrong time, maybe if you overslept or stayed at the vending machine longer someone else would've had the responsibility that you now bear.
the duo left the infirmary leaving you there with your half finished pocky and strawberry milk just wondering what the fuck do you do now.
you shove the empty milk carton and the pocky box into the trash, well you're definitely gonna have to empty that. preferably now so you don't forget about it.
in the corner of the room Luka starts shifting awake as he does so you notice what was missing; YOUR JACKET. he's had it for the past 3 days and you kept forgetting to take it back, well now that you've remembered you may as well take it.
you stand there awkwardly pretending to do something, anything so you don't look like a creep staring at him while he's asleep and wait for him to fully wake up so you can take your jacket back.
he finally wakes up, sitting up and mumbling something as he does so.
you pretend to finish what you were "doing" and stride to where he sat.
"good morning, sleeping beauty"
you greet sarcastically. of course he just hums in response it's what he's been doing for the past three days!.. well time to give him his meds and take your jacket back. though.. he looks slightly shaken up this morning.. maybe he had a nightmare or something?
you grab the prednisone from a small table beside the cot and fill up a glass of water handing them over to him and gesturing to your jacket awkwardly.
"…"
he just stares at you confused as to what the hell were you referring.
you clear your throat.
"my jacket.."
he notices the jacket draped over his shoulders, dang he totally forgot about it didn't he? he places the medicine down for a moment before handing you the jacket. then he picked the medicine up again, popping a tablet into his mouth and rinsing it down with the water.
you take the glass from him setting it down on the small table as well as the medicine.
this was gonna be a long day..