The pressure was on, his body was sweating, his knees weak, arms feeling like noodles. He could sense the gurgling within his stomach, the intensity filled his chest and body like a burning sensation. The sweet sensation of relief was so far from his mind and he longed for it, like a desert longed for rain. His mind rushed with the internal map of the Byoin, trying to recall every nook and cranny, to try and figure out where the damned bathrooms were, his back was straight, and arm held on his stomach, like a minor struggle was occurring when in fact was more like the blitz krieg within the confines of his lower intestines.
His lab coat swayed and his dreadlocks bumped with every step like a carnival ride almost stuck in their position due to the sweat escaping his forehead. Like an octopus reaching out to grab a prey in front of it, moments before wrapping around and swallowing the creature in one. Foul. Bite.
Was it the corpse he was dissecting before? Sure it had a different smell than usual, but he didn't think any of it at the time...
Was it the coffee he drank before? Sure it was a little cold and had a different after-taste than he was used to...
Was it the food he had the day before? Hitomi isn't that bad at cooking.. Usually..
It's impossible to figure it out, at least for now. The long hallways filled his vision, his eyes kept darting around back and forth, right and left, examining each door he past to hopefully see the recognizable symbol he needed so desperately. He only barely dodged people he past, and he was thankful for people noticing him first and managing to dodge him first..
His lab coat swayed and his dreadlocks bumped with every step like a carnival ride almost stuck in their position due to the sweat escaping his forehead. Like an octopus reaching out to grab a prey in front of it, moments before wrapping around and swallowing the creature in one. Foul. Bite.
Was it the corpse he was dissecting before? Sure it had a different smell than usual, but he didn't think any of it at the time...
Was it the coffee he drank before? Sure it was a little cold and had a different after-taste than he was used to...
Was it the food he had the day before? Hitomi isn't that bad at cooking.. Usually..
It's impossible to figure it out, at least for now. The long hallways filled his vision, his eyes kept darting around back and forth, right and left, examining each door he past to hopefully see the recognizable symbol he needed so desperately. He only barely dodged people he past, and he was thankful for people noticing him first and managing to dodge him first..