Who: Edwin & Open When: Around 9:30 Where: 3rd/2nd floor hallways
Edwin never felt Oliver get out of bed that morning, though that wasn't very strange. This was far from the first time that Edwin woke up to find his boyfriend missing, and just like every other time, he rolled over, closed his eyes, and thought about waking up while he waited for his boyfriend to get back. He thought about how sore he felt, and he wondered how long ago Oliver had left. When it felt like a long time, Edwin figured that it meant that Oliver wasn't downstairs making breakfast, but had actually gone to the gym. He didn't really think of how difficult that would have been with the state of Oliver's foot, he just decided that it was good that Oliver felt secure enough to be away for more than a few minutes. So Edwin let himself fall back to sleep. He'd catch Oliver when he eventually crawled back into bed.
A few hours later, Edwin woke up a second time, still sore, still feeling a little like he needed more sleep, and still minus one Oliver. He wondered if that meant that his door was locked, and They had put out one of those dumb questionnaires again, and so he pulled himself out of his big-ass bed, grunting as he tried not to jostle any of his injuries.
It took him maybe just a moment longer for him to realize that his soreness wasn't from his wounds. In fact, he had pushed himself along using that arm that had only yesterday had a cast on in. Now the cast was gone, and so was the bruise, and the break. He spent what felt like too long just turning his arm, rotating his wrist, checking his mobility. And he was fine. There were no problems.
He took a few deep breaths. His ribs felt good, too. And his face? He carefully ran his hand up the left side of it. It didn't feel at all swollen. Touching it didn't hurt.
He didn't know what to think of that. He didn't want to try to figure out how They could make that work. He just hopped up and ran to his bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. The face that looked back at him looked like it had never even seen Simms before.
"...Oliver?"
Edwin wasn't sure why he called out for his boyfriend. He knew he wasn't there. But he wanted him to see the weird, magical shit that happened to his face. He wanted to see if Oliver was experiencing the same thing. When his thoughts caught up to him again, he practically sprinted to his computer, ready to fill out what needed to be filled out so he could get out and see what was happening.
The network didn't pop up with a prompt, though. Edwin wasn't locked in, which he would have realized if he had tried the door. Instead, he found a message announcing Kiley's removal. He really liked Kiley, and that was upsetting, but that wasn't why the pit in his stomach had formed. It was because Oliver hadn't been in bed that morning. And, upon scanning Jack's sound off, it was looking like there was a chance that Kiley wasn't the only one missing.
He at least managed to pull on a shirt and pants before he went running out of his room and towards the stairs.