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PTSD (backdated, Day 9)
Who: Megan and Zane
When: Day 9, Evening
Where: Megan's room
He'd been told that Megan was okay and, for the most part, believed it given no one had rushed to get him to help with any injuries she'd sustained. Yet as the day went on and he hadn't seen the redhead about the hotel, he began to wonder. To turn his back and simply wait for her to show her face again would be easy. To always only think of himself would be the easiest way to survive of all. Yet he couldn't, and he tended to blame his medical training for the moral obligation. As someone who could help, he should. Now more than ever. Especially given that the woman had been attacked.
He questioned other residents of the hotel to find out where her room was, and the made his way there. Zane knocked on the door and called through, "Megan?" before trying the knob. He pushed the door open slowly, peering inside. "I came to check if you're alright."
( Some people just do bad things. )
When: Day 9, Evening
Where: Megan's room
He'd been told that Megan was okay and, for the most part, believed it given no one had rushed to get him to help with any injuries she'd sustained. Yet as the day went on and he hadn't seen the redhead about the hotel, he began to wonder. To turn his back and simply wait for her to show her face again would be easy. To always only think of himself would be the easiest way to survive of all. Yet he couldn't, and he tended to blame his medical training for the moral obligation. As someone who could help, he should. Now more than ever. Especially given that the woman had been attacked.
He questioned other residents of the hotel to find out where her room was, and the made his way there. Zane knocked on the door and called through, "Megan?" before trying the knob. He pushed the door open slowly, peering inside. "I came to check if you're alright."
( Some people just do bad things. )
