Who: Zato (with a possible appearance by Eddie) and OPEN What: Zato is feeling ill... and slightly panicked because of it. When: Afternoon-ish Where: The hallways outside his room Warnings: Possibly some language from Zato, possible violence if Eddie comes out to play. Rated T, just in case.
Illness. Zato hated the mere thought of being ill, and sickness had been hanging around him like a particularly stubborn swarm of gnats for more than a week now. He had received medicine, recovering for a day or two... only to relapse again shortly afterward. That was always the way, though, wasn't it? His immune system could rarely stand up to disease, even with assistance.
Not that the typicalness of this fact made it better. His head swam, he felt weak and--worst of all--vulnerable. Even safely hidden away in his room, he wasn't safe; he was there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for him to weaken enough to take hold. Zato wouldn't let him, though, going so far as to refuse to sleep in case his shadow was in control when he awoke again.
That mentality led to his current situation--despite the fever only having worsened with his refusal to sleep, he would not rest, and so he clumsily paced his room in his half-aware state in order to keep himself awake. Though he had managed to memorize enough of the institute's layout that he could navigate it well enough even in his sightless state, his disorientation was complicating this process, causing him to accidentally miscalculate the amount of room he had and repeatedly bump into the walls. Finally, he stumbled out into the hallway, having decided that he might have better luck outside his room after accidentally colliding with the door.
He only managed to walk a few steps before slumping against the wall, however, leaning weakly against it with his arms and pressing his forehead against the cool plaster. Breathing somewhat heavily, he whispered out an aggravated, "Damn it..." to no one in particular.