During the attack and even afterwards, he had heard about the clinic and routed people there when they needed help. He didn't know about the sort of person who ran it, but it had to be better than nothing. He had been on Omega for nearly a month and now was the only time he had found to go to the clinic for himself. In the beginning, he'd been too lost, then the attack had happened, and then he'd found a job that took up most of his time. All of that, combined with someone arriving from his own world, and he was strapped to find time for himself.
Not that he really wanted it, considering what he assumed his emotional and mental state to be in. His attacks were still happening -- increasingly so, it seemed. Kengo had put his name on the list and waited for half an hour or so, nervously picking at the sleeve of his jacket. The king of the infirmary had waited so long to go to the clinic -- his friends would have been amused by that, he thought.
When it was his turn, Kengo carefully shuffled into the room, one hand in his pocket as he stayed close to the door. How was he supposed to handle something as unfamiliar as this?
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During the attack and even afterwards, he had heard about the clinic and routed people there when they needed help. He didn't know about the sort of person who ran it, but it had to be better than nothing. He had been on Omega for nearly a month and now was the only time he had found to go to the clinic for himself. In the beginning, he'd been too lost, then the attack had happened, and then he'd found a job that took up most of his time. All of that, combined with someone arriving from his own world, and he was strapped to find time for himself.
Not that he really wanted it, considering what he assumed his emotional and mental state to be in. His attacks were still happening -- increasingly so, it seemed. Kengo had put his name on the list and waited for half an hour or so, nervously picking at the sleeve of his jacket. The king of the infirmary had waited so long to go to the clinic -- his friends would have been amused by that, he thought.
When it was his turn, Kengo carefully shuffled into the room, one hand in his pocket as he stayed close to the door. How was he supposed to handle something as unfamiliar as this?