[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Crash site[/center][hr]

Ciel coughed incoherently in a pathetic attempt to respond to a question from one of the women from Newnan. The question was soon answered by a man who Ciel was pretty sure had just entered. After a quick check, the man gave permission for the woman to move him to the infirmary. Whatever waited there wouldn't be pleasant, but it would help. Ciel doubted that anyone had proper medical supplies these days, but something was a lot better than nothing.

Ciel gritted his teeth, bracing himself for being moved again. He felt mostly fine when he was lying still, but as soon as he got jostled around he felt lightheaded and nauseous. The IV had done a good job of keeping him alive, but he'd lost a significant amount of weight and the nutrient and vitamin deficiencies had probably done a number on his immune system and possibly even cognitive functioning. He'd never been a particularly healthy kid, given his asthma and several allergies, but this latest mortal peril would probably bring on some long lasting annoyances.

Trying to push the thoughts of the uncertain future out of his head, he laid down to keep the movement to a minimum and silently observed the Newnan residents who had entered the truck. He assumed they must be Newnan's medical personnel, but perhaps they were just volunteers of some sort who had other jobs. Clearly if they cared this much about keeping him and Ray alive, they must intend for them to become at least temporary citizens. Chances of getting some semblance of a routine life still looked pessimistic, but this was far better than wandering in the woods starving to death.