[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Back of the truck, heading towards Newnan [/center][hr]

Ciel was in truly miserable condition, too weak to respond to anything. He was no longer able to even produce tears, being terribly dehydrated. At this point he was fully conscious and yet completely unaware of his surroundings. He almost wished he hadn't woken up, because as much as unconsciousness didn't offer much relief to his symptoms, it was ultimately better than being awake. Nothing was worse, in his mind, than being unable to move... or see, or speak. All he could really do was listen, try to stay as alert as he could.

At least he'd stopped vomiting, and hadn't choked to death on his own bile. That would be a nastier way to die than succumbing to simple malnutrition and dehydration. However, he'd managed to make quite a mess of himself, and losing what little amount of fluid was left in his system was not going to help him survive this trip. For the moment, however, he was mostly stable. Not dead yet, anyway.