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Ixyam grunted as he opened the door with his dislocated shoulder. His other hand was gripped tightly around his pistol. He looked around and readied to plug someone, if it came to it. Ixyam saw an unconscious Jaster lying on a bed and scoffed.
"Looks like everyone's trying to get their hearts back but me..."Little did he know, he did have his heart back. A dark aura swamped around Ixyam as he slumped his head in a mild depression. Things always seemed to get screwed up for him. How did he come back to life? Where did he even come back from? There was just too many questions. All he knew was that his shoulder was dislocated and he could only trust very few people. Anyone could be a part of... whatever it was.
What was it? What was hunting him? The voices began speaking inside his head. Ixyam set the heat pistol's cylinder against the side of his head as he squeezed his eyes closed.
"Leave... me.... alone!" He grimaced.
Looking through his eyes, the world was spiraling out of control fast. Everything was hellish. But to everyone else, Ixyam was just losing his mind. Ixyam let the pistol dissolve as he began scratching at his head with ferocity.
"Get outta my head! Get outta my head!"The voices disappeared for the moment, leaving an exhausted Ixyam leaning against the wall of the Infirmary. His breathing was heavy as he slid down to the ground to sit on the floor. Ixyam's bangs covered his eyes and kept everything and everyone out of sight.
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| Infirmary
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