After Rye spoke, Eden's strained face relaxed into a vacant stare at the ceiling drenched in black. The grey face of Day Z appeared in the darkness. He flinched and turned away, shutting his eyes. When he awoke hours before, he had crawled around in the dark shelter for any sign of his friends. He found Day Z's still body and, after shaking her arm, realized she was dead. Frantic and desperate, he performed CPR on her for several minutes before giving up. He had found the two vials Rye left him with and poured contents of one down her throat; he saw that it was in vain when the liquid wouldn't be swallowed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She would have died whether I went back or not,</span>thought Eden.<span style="font-style: italic">Stupid. I'm so stupid.</span>He clenched the fist in which the pieces of glass were, but he felt little stinging. Ever since he ingested the medicine, his skin grew numb with a recurring tingling sensation; as if insects were crawling over him. Other than his numbness, he muscles ached and his stomach was unsettled. His weariness prevented movements beyond mildly shifting his body. So he just lied there and breathed.<br/><br/>Looking at Eden, Emery frowned and wondered whether the effects of swallowing the medicine caused the rotting of his skin; she didn't mention it in case Eden wasn't aware of it. She wondered how they would be able to support him in this shape. Sighing, she looked up to Rye and said, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now, so I think we just have to hope for the best and go on." As she rubbed her face, she murmured, "We should sleep. It's all we can really do." Albeit she displayed placidity, Emery was just as troubled as the others. She was burdened more than she was before.<span style="font-style: italic">I knew this was a bad idea</span>, she thought with her hand over her eyes.