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

Ciel did as told only after he was informed what the chemical solution was. He had no logical reason to doubt these people's intentions, but his own anxiety was beginning to override his habitual calm attitude. The medication quickly eased his breathing capabilities, but on the inside he was still an emotional wreck. He silently congratulated himself on mostly keeping his cool throughout the day's events, but wasn't sure how long his little facade would last. Any other kid his age would probably be having a full blown panic attack by now. 

He couldn't help but notice that for Newnan's small staff size, they seemed to be doing quite well. He was a bit worried that they wouldn't be so starved for help as to accept it from a sickly child. If he had stayed in Franklin, his chances of being more than a weight on people's shoulders might have been a bit higher. Then again, if he'd stayed in Franklin he'd probably be dead by nightfall. Just like the other six or seven or so people who lost their lives trying to keep him and Ray alive. They probably all thought it was a bit unfortunate that Ciel was among the living when so many twice his size and capability were dead. He just seemed to accidentally survive every predicament that came his way. If his luck were to run out, the number of people who would benefit from not having another mouth to feed would greatly exceed the number of people he'd ever done a lick of good for...

His inner monologue becoming increasingly dark, Ciel curled up on his side to face away from the others in the room, his pale blue eyes wide and troubled. He'd fallen back into silence, only offering a quick nod in Froggy's direction as thanks for offering the nebulizer. It might be a while before he decided to speak again.