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The trip was long, and most people didn’t seem to be interested in talking at all. He had, of course, introduced himself to all of them. He even asked them leading questions like ‘How did that fight go?’ or ‘What are your powers?’, only to receive mostly silence. Or maybe some short one-liner. Or whatever else. Real cheerful bunch, really.

Still, he could understand it. He could even understand if they were pissed at him for being one of the ones that essentially showed up just to see the end. Watching the scenery outside from a small window, he kept an eye on the corpse-carrying truck, all the way until that particular truck set off elsewhere, leaving no indication of whether it was heading towards a cemetery or a garbage dump.

Eventually, all were carted towards the hospital once more, where Brent once again had to put up with basically nothing. His amethyst eyes flickered to each ‘student’ present, remembering their faces, but the mood was simply too…awkward. Too tense and quiet to have much of a conversation. So he kept quiet as well, wondering if that blonde boy with the healing blood was now going to just become an endless supply of medicine for the rest of the hospital. With five blood bags stuck into him, that looked to be very, very likely.

“Sucks to suck,” Brent muttered, still wondering why he was even there when his singular had already been patched up. Even someone like him knew that no one here was going to be interested in playing an icebreaker, after all. He looked to Sophia once more, but amidst all that had happened, the young girl was similarly silent, retracting into herself.

He sighed, leaned back, and just waited.

Didn’t have to wait long, it turned out, not when Jesus with a chip in his shoulder walked in and healed everyone. Ah.

That was a chance.

As a miracle was performed, a healing light practically disintegrating all the injuries, Brent instead focused on all the tubes that suddenly just...fell out of the students' bodies. As all sorts of nasty liquids splattered onto the vinyl floor, the youth rushed forwards and tilted them upwards once more. He wasn't sure about the science behind these things, but blood was precious, and wasting it on the floor was a pain. While a doctor announced that they were all free to go, Brent turned to the one that had to clean up this surprise mess and asked, [color=B0C4DE]"Name's Brent. Want some...uh...help?"[/color]

He gestured with the tubes that he still held in his hands, as if asking if there was any place to put them.

[color=f7976a]"Oh, don't worry about that...uh,"[/color] she glanced around, looking for any of the other staff to help. They had all hurried to see Benediction, of course. [color=f7976a]"It's all right. I'll have to get more clamps for the tubes soon, anyway. But you can take off your cast, I think. He healed you, too, right?"[/color]

"Oh yeah," Brent rolled his shoulder, "Looks like it's fine now. Guess if Jesus is here, you can all go on vacation for a day or two? Margaret probably needs that."

He looked at the tubes in his hands, before shrugging and asking, "I mean, do you have a bucket or something for this? Just feels like a waste, all the blood on the floor...and I'm not even the vampire dude. I can knot them up if you'd like?"

[color=f7976a]"If you'd like to,"[/color] she smiled gratefully, [color=f7976a]"but I didn't think you'd want to be in here any more than necessary, you know? A lot of the kids here--they just see the hospital as the place to die. Or wait to die."[/color]

Brent shrugged, as he started the whole process of tying the tubes together. They were more flexible than he expected, and as he did so, he said, [color=B0C4DE]"Guess I haven't been here long enough to really think of it that way. And, hey, you can die anywhere, you know? Did you ever hear about that study they did in Canada? 100% of people who breathed air died afterwards. Dangerous world out there."

"At least this hospital has comfy beds and no fees."[/color]

Should he? Ah, he had nothing to lose anyways.

[color=B0C4DE]"Good looking staff as well."[/color]

Alissa giggled at the joke, though she found it slightly in poor taste given the circumstances. Still, it was rare to find a subnatural who had a--positive? Would she call it positive?--positive-er view on the world than the usual student traffic in the hospital.

[color=f7976a]"All right, you, get the other tubes if you're so keen on flattery,"[/color] she said with a smile.

[color=B0C4DE]"Yes ma'am,"[/color] Brent saluted, grinning back, before turning his back on her as he got to work on the remaining tubes. The mess was still there, but being able to use his right hand without any vestiges of pain popping up was wonderful. Tonight wasn't going to be left-arm-and-leg night after all.

[color=B0C4DE]"By the way, where do those that do die go? Is there a cemetary in USARILN or something?"[/color]

His back remained facing her.

[color=B0C4DE]"Just asking for a friend and all."[/color]

Alissa bit the inside of her cheek, unsure if she could answer that. She figured she could tell at least what everyone in the hospital already knew.

[color=f7976a]"I don't know exactly, but subnaturals--students--who die get taken underground. To the basement floors. That's all the regular staff know, sorry. We don't have any clearance for those floors. But--"[/color] she stopped, clamping another set of tubes before continuing quietly [color=f7976a]"--Clark might know."[/color]

[color=B0C4DE]"Clark?"[/color] Brent turned, wiping a bit of IV fluid on the sleeve of his jacket.

[color=f7976a]"I'm not sure if I should be telling you about him,"[/color] Alissa closed off another tube with a troubled expression, [color=f7976a]"but you can find him in 221. I think letting you know that much is okay...? It's restricted access for now, though. One of the guards came in earlier with Clark--it looked pretty bad--oh, I think...I shouldn't say anymore."[/color]

She remained quiet for several seconds, finishing off her side of the room before joining Brent where he was busy knotting the last few tubes.

[color=f7976a]"Try not to ask the staff around here too many questions, okay?"[/color] she said softly, keeping her voice low next to him. [color=f7976a]"Some of them...aren't really trying to keep the students...healthy. You shouldn't give them a reason to target you."[/color]

He [i]recalled[/i]. The girl with the glassy eyes. All those who were walking around with missing limbs. His own dark thoughts about how easy it would be to kill them all if a mistake had simply been made with the dosage. And he nodded. [color=B0C4DE]"Thanks for the heads up," he replied, "I'll mop up the rest of the floor then. Do you use Windex for blood?"[/color]

That bitter taste was surfacing once more. He swallowed it down.

[color=f7976a]"We have a stronger bleach solution for disinfecting the floors. You can just mop up the blood and we can finish up later. Remember to wash your hands!"[/color] she patted him on the arm, [color=f7976a]"And thanks for helping."[/color]