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There was something about being burned to a crisp, dissipating into particles of FEAR, and shipped full force into a room where each particle once more found it's place and formed the whole, that was unnerving.

She couldn't imagine what.

She couldn't imagine much of anything at the moment, as her whole body screamed out in pain. There was the fact that she'd just been annihilated by dragonfire, but there was also the subtle pain of how she was under a cot, instead of on it - being underwater when she'd been destroyed had somehow messed things up a bit for her.

Every muscle in her body ached - and every bone creaked in threat of breaking again. She barely managed to push the cot off of her, but remained on the floor motionless otherwise. The ceiling was a painful shade of white.

Like snow.

She cringed.

I hate this place.

Aksaja woke up screaming, though the sound rather quickly cut off when he realized it was him making that noise. What... what happened? Sitting up a BIT too quickly, the lightning dragon groaned and grabbed his head, flopping back down. Okay okay ... try not to lose the meager contents of your stomach please... ah hell.

Finally, groaning, he managed to turn his head a bit and see who else had been ... fried to bits. Oh... there was Malodore... and Riley... and the drunk Siren too. Plus a few others. Had everyone gotten ... killed... by that thing?

DAMN.

The only good thing about her current wretched state was that she could tell no bones were broken. Why would they be? She'd just turned to ash and reformed. Everything hurt, more than she'd ever hurt before, but no.. nothing broken. She reached out, barely stifling a groan of pain when Malodore kneeled beside her, and wrapped her arm around it's shoulders. She knew she had to get up, and it was there to help her do just that. She used whatever strength she had left, coupled with Malodore's help, and got to her feet just enough to stumble onto the cot. She remained in a sitting position, but her head swam as if threatening to lose consciousness at any moment.

Mal. Malo- She put one hand to her head and held it to keep it from falling off, for it felt like it would at any minute. It. Hurts. That was all she could seem to get out, and her arm, which slid away from his shoulders, still reached out to hold something, anything. She felt like she was going to float away.

"Here..." The plague doctor quickly guided her to the cot, which was really altogether inadequate; who was running this place, anyway?! It was the most inefficient triage operation Malodore had ever seen! Where were the nurses and other doctors? Students were arriving all the time...

The plague doctor squared its shoulders. Well. It was a doctor... technically. By species, true, not by education, but it knew enough for this. "Aksaja... hold still, please - do you need a bucket?" It looked over at the sleepy demon who had materialized shortly thereafter, but that demon seemed very... content to stay where he was. Good.

The ghost girl... "You were right," Malodore muttered in her direction, shuddering at the memory of the mountain-sized beast.

Luce whined and hopped up on the cot next to Riley, laying down and licking at one purple hand.

Though he didn't trust himself to open his mouth and talk at the moment, the lightning dragon waved a hand quickly in Malodore's direction, squeezing his eyes shut.

Jack, he felt like s**t. And he didn't even have any more pills to take or anything... he just... would rather like to go home at this point.

Eventually, Elaphe had dragged himself off of that cheeky Kegan's lap, and eventually, he'd even managed to pass out sleeping on his cot. Sure, it was still cold, and he was still miserable, and he still had that constant jingling annoyance shadowing his every move, but... it wasn't so bad, was it?

After a while, things started to quiet. The hours had passed with little notice as he laid there, as close to content as he COULD be, curled in a tight ball up against Donner's side. For as obnoxious as it (or he?...) was, the sniffling, sneezing, clearly mentally deficient failure of a reigndeer was at least moderately warm, so... therefore, he was resigned to more or less tolerate the creature during his downtime.

The only real problem was the constant jingles and sniffling, sneezing sounds... but in time, even that became a dull kind of white noise for the thoroughly bored, sore, and unfortunate Nguruvilu--

... And then the screaming herd of students started magically appearing again. Joy.

Needless to say, Elaphe was not a happy camper to be woken by Israfel's crying SHRIEKS, letting out a high pitched YELP of his own and nearly almost out of his skin... once again, straight into the snowy ground.

Donner, who seemed completely unsurprised, just jingled curiously and peered over the cot, a very ominous string of rainbow-colored mucus dribbling from his nose-- ... onto the rat's fur down below.

"Jackdamn useless-- H-HEY! Come back!"

Too bad Elaphe couldn't squeak out a proper scold before the Reigndeer promptly climbed down and scampered off to investigate the noisy, discombobulated crowd.

"You don't have to move," Malodore quickly reassured the ghost ghoul. "Just lie there and rest. I'm going to get some better blankets. Perhaps some good eye of newt soup." If it could find any newts.

The plague doctor nodded to Aksaja, then paused. It still had its bell... but it was beginning to crack. It estimated perhaps three uses left of the thing, and there were far more than three needy here... who should it choose to heal?

Another horrified scream drew its attention, and it nodded over to the pink-haired ghoul. "You're safe. I promise, you're safe." Oh, they'd better be.