[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - The Infirmary[/center][hr]

Ciel was relieved to be somewhere relatively safe for once, not being thrown around from place to place or wandering sick and dying in the forest. His nausea from being moved had started to fade off, and though he still wasn't feeling up to eating much he seemed to be improving. He looked up as Ray was moved in from the operating room. The man seemed to have survived, so with any luck both of them would make a full recovery... well, as full as one could recover from a severed limb. 

Ciel lay back down on his side, no longer having the strength to continue sitting up and observing. He was exhausted, and certainly worse for wear. Besides, the weight of the situation had sunk in a little. He'd seen people die before, but that was hands-down the most casualties he'd witnessed in one day alone. He didn't even know any of them, and most were there to try and help him and Ray. Which basically means that if he'd died in the woods like he was supposed to, several people would still be alive. That was a little depressing and guilt inducing, to say the least, and definitely not a good start to being a helpful and productive member of whatever civilization was left in the world.

The eleven year old coughed a few times. Though he was much less dehydrated, a sharp ache still lingered in his chest to the point where he was pretty sure getting rest would be borderline impossible. Though he was pretty certain he'd be okay for the moment, he really wished someone had brought his things with them to Newnan. Among other useful things, he'd left his rifle, drawing utensils and his inhaler. He supposed he'd have to stop relying on the medical device eventually. There was probably no way to refill it anyhow, and he didn't have it with him anymore so he'd just have to buck up and tough his attacks out. 

He kept his eyes open but didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular, idly twirling a strand of his pale hair. He was more confused than anything else, not really sure what to think of what just happened. While there was no possible way he could have helped, he couldn't help but wonder if the others wished he hadn't showed up. They were probably close with those who died trying to haul his incompetent ass to Newnan. Worst case scenario, he was now the least liked person in town, but even that was better than being dead, he supposed.