Repose

[He wakes up a few days after this. Doctors are baffled. Assume he had some sort of virulent infection that rendered him unconscious. They toss around medical terms, but can't substantiate any of them. An unknown infection, that's the final verdict, and Atticus doesn't contradict them. Is still feeling weak, but he wants to get out of there. Doctors insist on another night and more tests. Annoying, but he stays. Is told by nurses that a woman was there while he was unconscious. Remembers her somehow. Not sure how, but knows he's seen her around town. Takes a guess on the name. Is good at useless details like that, names and faces. Hates the hospital. The place is full of the dead, roaming, confused. Confused dead are worse than the vengeful ones sometimes. Is wasting time here. Needs to finish his work on the ritual before this shit happens again. After, early morning hours:]

[Locked to Hugh C]
Missed your lock. Awake. Doing fine.

[Locked to Rey S]
Thanks. Was you, right? At the hospital.

[Locked Lear L]
Rented my room out yet?

[They all get the same message but each person is sent an individual text. Leena’s text differs in that it has Purple Hearts used instead of red.]

Hey! Birthday! You! Birthday! When’s yours? We need to make plaaaaaaannsssssssss~~~~ ❤️❤️❤️😘

[Atticus]
I go out of town for a few days and come back to see a post on the forum about you swooning in the diner. I require an update, Atticus.


[Pesha]
So how do you feel about clients inquiring how you are?