The next morning quickly ran up to them, shaking the two awake. A loud blaring noise filled the apartment for a short bit, which particularly helped in doing this.<br/><br/>It took longer for Nit to dress than it did for them to eat three slabs of steak, as their walk was, although improved, slowed to a careful stride. Marcial hurried off to purchase the items Nit wanted them to since they were taking such a long time.<br/><br/>About half an hour passed, and the two were finally prepared. Since Marcial did not bring extra clothes for himself, he was stuck wearing the same suit from yesterday, which they had to wash. Nit, on the other hand, was dressed dapper and pretentiously, looking as if though they were about to give a speech to the district. Their uniform was white on top and black on the bottom, making them have the plumage of a graceful bird. They left, locked the door, waited outside for the chauffeur, and were picked up and taken to the nearest hospital, the black schnauzer behind the wheel beginning discussion with the two on their way there.<br/><br/>As they spoke, Nit was tightly grasping their offerings in their hands, their concern intensifying. Why, it did not help especially when the chauffeur asked why the girl was at the hospital to begin with.<br/><br/>Marcial lied, "<span style="font-style: italic">An unnamed eldritch came out of nowhere and mauled her when she was weak. A very brutal scene.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: georgia;">Ugh, I zee. I zwear, zos reeturdz ulwayz know hauw to make uz eldreetchuz luk bad.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Hear hear, chauffeur</span>." Marcial glanced over at a somber-looking Nit. "<span style="font-style: italic">Hear hear...</span>"<br/><br/>They finally arrived at the hospital, Nit reluctant to exit the car at first. They were stuck in their tiny train of thought, which inched by and by, chugging and chooing away, until Marcial called them over.<br/><br/>When they entered, they wandered around until they found the emergency area, the duo attracting some bewildered glances on their way there. Marcial quickly asked the receptionist there where Axe was, and another journey begun anew. There was when they received the note, which they silently read to themselves. Nit gently ran their finger across the still prominent cracks on their face, sighing softly as their finger lightly jerked from left to right.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ah, if only we had known prior,</span>" Marcial chuckled, referring to Scarlet's cinnabon request for Axe. "<span style="font-style: italic">We can always go get it if she doesn't like what we got her</span>." Nit simply nodded.<br/><br/>The clock's blood froze into solid ice as the two approached the room where Axe was stationed, Nit coyly remaining out of sight as Marcial slowly entered.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Ms. Victors</span>," Marcial cooed softy so as to not burden her too much. "<span style="font-style: italic">How are you feeling today?</span>" He looked back, looking unsettled when they realized it was only him and her. No them to be found in Axe's room. "<span style="font-style: italic">Why... Mx Matías is here, I'm not very sure what they're doing... I think they're nervous.</span>" His focus returned to Axe. "<span style="font-style: italic">Would you... Would you like to see them? They brought you gifts.</span>"