Room 201, Monday Morning

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen woke up from what... felt... like a fever dream.

He was still sitting on the ground.

Random observations were still ticking away in the back of head, but they weren't so... all-consuming now.

His wrists hurt. As did his legs.

"... I'm going to be sick," he whispered.

At least there was no one here. He'd be mortified if anyone watched him puke his guts out in this bucket.

[[ door closed, post open ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

Nina was doing the whole check-up-on-her-friends rounds since Vette wasn't around (she wasn't going to worry about that yet, she wasn't), and had found Wayne and Lana, had texted Prompto (who hadn't texted her back but, like, she was totally not worried about--whatever) and next on her internal list was…

Owen.

"Owen??????????" she called, knocking on the door. "Are you in there???????????"

Checking in on him was easy, since it was on the way back to her room to see if Vette was there yet or if she was, like, going to be left again without notice to babysit Miss Dozy.