Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

Comments

[introspects]

Ziegler-San, when you're done... I have some bandages i grabbed from here yesterday, if you want to...cover his wounds...

[modernmedicine]

Thank you, Orihime. I'll take care of doing that - it's the least we can do for him.

[introspects]

Yes... I...wouldn't want to leave him bleeding out like that...

[ It's just...sad.

Orihime reaches into her shirt (??) and pulls out a bandage, which she'd gotten from the infirmary on Thursday. ]

Here.