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-  | Next = [[Mission 7 (Present)|Mission 7 Present]], [[Mission 7 (Past)|Past]]
+  | Next = [[Mission 7]], [[??? Mission 7]]
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	She assented. “O-Kay! Let’s go Keku child house. Let me to tell Nom-nom where I go to, first.”		She assented. “O-Kay! Let’s go Keku child house. Let me to tell Nom-nom where I go to, first.”
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		+	Something like thirty minutes later, Mon-mon and Payapa were on their way to this mysterious “shaman” place. Payapa didn’t quite know what that was, but Mon-mon had assured it was a type of doctor. She wondered why her dad had never told her about that, but quickly changed the topic in her mind. It wasn’t a pleasant topic at all, so it was best avoided.
		+
		+	Mon-mon had insisted on carrying Charles, even though Payapa had argued over it for a minute or two. However, as it became evident that it was wasting precious time, she quickly gave in. It was probably for the better; Mon-mon was much larger and stronger than she, so was undoubtedly better suited to carry such a tiny Pokemon.
		+
		+	Payapa spoke to him about trivial, nonsensical, irrelevant thoughts the whole way to whatever building was their destination, hoping for (but not expecting) a reply. Mon-mon said nothing, letting the poor child have her moment in peace, knowing that her own voice was no substitute for the little Rattata’s.
		+
		+	Eventually there was a little hut in the distance, right inside a grove, as Mon-mon had said. It wasn’t super overt, but it was clearly there. It was a little weird to build a house this far from the city without disguising or camouflaging it any; there could be any number of predators who would love to ambush whatever doctor lived this far out, and that thought made Payapa a little uneasy. Predators weren’t something you had to worry about in the city (unless you were a dullard fish living along or in the bay itself), but her dad had told enough scary stories about where he had previously lived and what life was like that she had no desire to ever live outside of a city.
		+
		+	Really, thinking of predators always brought her back to her dad’s recanting chasing down and killing his “livestock” to feed company or something like that, before he had moved to the bay and married their mother. Furthermore, it seemed really horrid to eat something that could... talk. A little creepy, too. Did that just not bother him? She didn’t know and didn’t intend to ask.
		+
		+	The strange, lumpy hut didn’t even have a proper door. It was more a grass curtain, and a thin one, at that. This thing wouldn’t keep anyone out. It seemed so hazardous to Payapa... like it simply screamed “come in anyone, and kill me in my sleep!”
		+
		+	Mon-mon walked through the grass shambles without any reserve, and Payapa followed. She didn’t really want to, but this was her only hope. This was apparently the only doctor, and Mon-mon had gone through all this trouble when she clearly hadn’t needed to by any means, so Payapa was hardly about to shun the effort. It was terribly gracious of the tea lady.
		+
		+	The look of the place was as grim as Mon-mon was gracious, however, and Payapa wanted to swivel about and turn right out of the hut. She didn’t, though, because Charles was still hostage in the other’s arms. There were a couple of pestles against a far wall, and countless berries on innumerable shelves. Payapa wasn’t sure she’d even seen half of them before; surely they were either very rare, or very illegal. Both, in all likelihood. Powders and dried plants were carefully arranged according to some set of properties, surely, but only Prosphora knew what. Payapa had no clue.
		+
		+	It all seemed terribly shady, and, without the sunlight to give any other sort of impression (as there were no windows, and the entrance was facing away from the sun), reminded her what she might imagine the underground, secretive markets to look like.
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		+	Mon-mon spoke without stopping to consider how dismal the place looked, though. “Ramia, I have sick for you. Please, look?”
		+
		+	Ramia? Was that the doctor’s name? Probably.
		+
		+	Before Payapa even had the chance to consider what type of name Ramia was, a gigantic purple snake sporting entrancing, vibrant yellow-and-pink feathers (with matching marks!) slithered its way out from behind a very thick, leafy curtain. Not the spindly leaves draping from the entrance, either. These leaves were clearly intended to block visitors from viewing further within the hut. This struck Payapa as a little strange; why keep all these berries out in the open? What did it want to block from sight, then?
		+
		+	But then she was broken from her thoughts. This was a snake. There was a gigantic snake, and perhaps it wasn’t even the doctor. Why would a doctor be a snake? This snake had probably killed the doctor and left out a fake display to lure unsuspecting Pokemon deep into the first room before emerging to strike--
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		+	“Yessss...? Ah, you mean to sssay you’ve sspoiled a sssnack for me?” it--she?--asked.
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		+	Payapa looked on at the snake’s markings, transfixed, and horrified. Had Mon-mon accidentally walked the three of them into a trap?
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		+	Mon-mon gently placed Charles down on a grass bedding in the middle of the dirt floor. “No snack, sick little boy. Can you look see what’s wrong with?”
		+
		+	The snake lowered itself to Charles’s level and flicked its tongue a couple of times. “What are the symptomsss?”
		+
		+	Mon-mon turned back to look at Payapa, who was stuck somewhere between fear and agitation. “Keku child? What happen to little boy?”
		+
		+	Not knowing what else to do, and confused that Mon-mon didn’t see this snake as a threat, she started to talk. “When I first met him he was blind, so there was that, but then now-- I mean, it’s been some weeks, I guess?-- he couldn’t move and stuff. He was all limp, and now he’s not even talking...”
		+
		+	The snake seemed to expect more, but Payapa didn’t really have anything else to add. So, it asked another question. “Yesss? And when wasss that? Important to know how long he’sss been ill.”
		+
		+	“Oh, uh, since an hour or two ago’s when I found him. Maybe only an hour. I don’t know. I tried to get him to a doctor as quickly as possible.”
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		+	Lamia coiled loosely around where Charles was laying, and lowered her head to his chest. Payapa was incredibly uneasy during the display, but managed to keep quiet. She supposed this was the doctor after all, and felt rather foolish for her feelings. She couldn’t help having them, regardless of her supposition. It just looked rather bad to see a snake putting its face all close to a near-dead rat that was her first real friend.
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		+	“He doesn’t sound very well, ssso I’m going to try a mixture and ssssee how that workss--”
		+
		+	“What do you mean try?!” Payapa interrupted, “Like he’s just some sort of experiment? What’s wrong with you?!”
		+
		+	The snake cocked its head in return, and looked at the angry little reddening Kecleon with interest. “And so would you rather I do nothing inssstead?”
		+
		+	This shut her up.
		+
		+	“Really,” this Ramia continued, “I ssshould kick you all out for bringing such a dangerousss specimen in. I think he isss too far gone, but I will give my effort. With careful diligenccce, I will not be afflicted in the same way as this rodent. I will try, but there isss really no good solution.”
		+
		+	Payapa’s heart sank, though she didn’t fully understand what Ramia was going on about. The gist of Charles’s future was clear, however.
		+
		+	Ramia raised itself up and looked over its ingredients. “Excccept... a sap. Thisss does not help you, as there is no possible way for a child like you to obtain it, but I thought to be honessst. A sap from an eternal tree in the west, though I have never been. It has itsss tricks to make Pokemon abandon the path to the tree, and failing that, its guardians are numerous and formidable.”
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		+	“Where... can I get it? Can I buy it somewhere?” Payapa asked earnestly. Perhaps if she just borrowed from her dad--
		+
		+	“Absolutely not, I ssshould think. It’s invaluable, pricelessss. Perhapsss none even possesssss it in this time, at any rate. I shall do what I can with what I have, which is to sssay, considerably less mystic ingredients than what I’ve told to you.”
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		+	Mon-mon apparently had something to add. “Life sap, I hear of it. There is also life tea, though I never had chance to make. It was legend in home, and I hear only made three time in all my home history. Legend tea. I would always want to use craft to make life tea, even if legend.”
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		+	Ramia nodded in a large, sweeping motion. “Life tea, I’ve heard of that too. I’ve never had a chance to learn the recipe, for I’ve never met anyone else who knew of it. I don’t ssssuppose you’d have the recipe? Even if I’ll never get the chance to make it, learning recipes issss something of a hobby--”
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		+	Payapa had had enough of their pointless talk at this point. “Are you gonna help him or just babble about stuff you won’t even be able to do?! Are you just trying to taunt me? ‘I would fix him with this amazing super awesome thing, but nevermind, but oh let’s talk about how to make it in the case I ever did have it--which I won’t’?!”
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		+	Mon-mon turned and frowned. This bothered Payapa greatly; Mon-mon had only ever smiled or at least been sympathetic to this point. It made her feel a bit like a selfish brat, but she just wanted badly for them to get back to Charles. It was for Charles!
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		+	Ramia scrutinized Payapa. “Yesss. Your friend. I will try. However, payment will be due.”
		+
		+	Great. Payment.
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		+	Having absolutely no idea how to approach the issue, she just blurted it out. “I don’t have any money, so I’m gonna have to give you an ‘I owe you’ on this.”
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		+	“That is fine if you have no money, as money isssn’t my concern, anyway. I request the recccipe of the tea.”
		+
		+	Payapa was confused momentarily. “What?”
		+
		+	Mon-mon spoke for her. “I can give recipe, but exact write is at home with husband. O-kay to come back later and give?”
		+
		+	“Absssolutely. Thank you, Mon-mon.”
		+
		+	Payapa grabbed at her chest limply. Even when she’d just been so childish, they proceeded with helping her. Both of them had. She felt briefly ashamed.
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		+	Mon-mon left without much of a word, but Payapa stayed behind. It was imperative to watch the snake do its work, and to make sure she didn’t come back to an eaten friend and then herself follow the same path. She knew that was a little ridiculous, but really...
		+
		+	...it was still a snake.
		+
		+	Though she supposed that at least Charles had being sick going for him; earlier Ramia had expressed disdain at the idea that Charles be near her at all, so Payapa started to be able to push the thought from her mind. It really did make no sense for the snake to want to eat a sick victim. Surely it would get just as ill, and it had still managed to be here after however long, right? A reputation would have emerged if it had eaten its clientele at any point... right?
		+
		+	Payapa sat next to Charles and placed her claws on his head, stroking his fur. She wanted to talk, to say something, to try to rile him, but just settled for a repetitive action that would both comfort her through the nature of the act and let Charles know that she was around, even if he couldn’t hear her or muster the energy to talk. It wasn’t long at all before tears found their way down her cheeks, either.
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		+	In the meantime, Ramia started to collect various herbs and berries from her shelves, placing them in a pile near an unlit fireplace. At some point, Ramia decided the light was too little, or that she needed a fire for some other reason. Prepping the ingredients, maybe? So the fireplace was lit, and the room grew far less sinister in the orange glow. It was hard to look quite as terrifying as it previously had when the place was now being bathed with a warm, alive light. Though, she moved her tail abruptly when she noticed the shadow it created over Charles, seemingly cutting him in two with darkness as the knife. No, there would be none of that.

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	Anana was very glad her father didn’t notice that she was trembling with fright. She excused herself at the earliest possible opportunity to take a lunch break, and then became ill in the sand in front of a few concerned Pokemon.		Anana was very glad her father didn’t notice that she was trembling with fright. She excused herself at the earliest possible opportunity to take a lunch break, and then became ill in the sand in front of a few concerned Pokemon.
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		+	The dazed purple Kecleon found herself walking in the direction of the noodle house that Charles often stayed near. She couldn’t possibly go back to him yet, not until she was able to find a proper doctor. She wasn’t sure at all how she would pay for it, but she hoped she might have some leverage as the daughter of a heavy-hitting Merchant in the city. She was pretty aware how well her dad had been doing, and knew that she got a lot of freebies from shop owners in the hopes of not incurring his wrath. She’d become aware of all of that too recently.
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		+	Her focus seemed to shift at this point. Everything became sharper, clearer, and eventually she realized she was walking with a determination. The noodle shop owners would definitely have something to say. Those foreign Pokemon were always nicest, and these guys were top-tier in that department. Both the foreign and the niceness department, that was. They were super hard to understand at first, but eventually she had became used to their weird mannerisms and accent in the weeks prior. Furthermore, they were probably the only shop owners she could think of who seemed genuinely nice without a hint of pretense.
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		+	She gradually worked her shuffle into a frenzied jog, and then a full-on sprint. She was sure this was right. They’d help, even if her dad wouldn’t. They absolutely had to.
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		+	The adrenaline carried her the rest of the distance without exhausting her too entirely, and when she shoved her way into the door to meet the couple, she found the building to be mostly absent of customers. The few who were trying to enjoy their tea turned to look at her in a very disgruntled manner, silently chiding her for being a disruptive youngster. Maybe she would have minded another time, but not now. She rushed into the back behind the floral curtain separating the kitchen from the main dining and lounge area, and missed bumping into the Lickilicky (carrying trays of tea no less) by perhaps an inch.
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		+	“Oh!” she said, all surprise and no disdain, “watch out, child! What do you have to run in here quickly so like that?”
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		+	“Mon-mon! I need to know where a doctor is... there’s one in this city, right? Can you take me there? My friend’s really sick and I just don’t really know what to do and my dad didn’t wanna help with that so I...” but she trailed off here, realizing how ridiculous her query was. Mon-mon was in the middle of business hours, and Payapa hardly knew her. She’d spoken to her a few times after waiting for Charles sometimes before they played together, but it’s not like this stranger was really in any way obligated to help. And this struck her really hard, because it was evident this was going nowhere and Charles would probably...
		+
		+	Mon-mon spoke abruptly. “You need doctor? Shaman is there at edge of town in grove, if you like I can ask husband to watch shop so showing you?” Wearing a very grave expression, she set down her tray delicately. “Serious sick?”
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		+	Hardly believing her ears, Payapa took a moment to realize Mon-mon was asking a question. “Yes... yes, it’s very serious. I don’t know what’s wrong, but he can’t really even move much... he’s at my house, so can we go there first? I need to get him right away!”
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		+	She assented. “O-Kay! Let’s go Keku child house. Let me to tell Nom-nom where I go to, first.”

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	She rubbed her eyes (that annoying fleck was back, messing with her vision), then left the house quickly to go find her father. Maybe he’d know what to do.		She rubbed her eyes (that annoying fleck was back, messing with her vision), then left the house quickly to go find her father. Maybe he’d know what to do.
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		+	Anana heard the pitter-patter of footsteps following the jingle that signified another customer had entered the shop, and turned to greet the potential client. No sooner had she bid the Pokemon a good afternoon did she realize that it was hardly a customer, but her frazzled, seemingly upset sister. The way the purple seemed faded, a bit gray even, told Anana everything she needed to know about her sibling’s current emotional state. It was just so terribly obvious to her.
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		+	However, Payapa had nothing to say to Anana. She was after something else. “Dad! DAD! Quick... I... I need something, Dad!”
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		+	Agave lazily looked up from organizing the coins and bills in the cash box momentarily before returning back to his task. It seemed he had half a mind to ignore her.
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		+	Payapa paid that no mind. “Dad! I need your help! There’s this... well, I need something, there’s a friend, and he’s sick. I need something to make him all better. I need a doctor or something. Dad! Stop it... pay attention to me!”
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		+	Agave quickly tired of her impatience. She went to yank on his tail, something she’d done when she wanted his attention since early childhood, but was met with a smack across the face instead. The force was enough to knock her stumbling a couple of feet backward, and Anana turned away so as to not bear witness to the scene. Instead, Anana decided, she would recount the number of flower pots. There were fourteen.
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		+	Payapa grabbed at her cheek and pawed it; she looked at her palm, as if she expected to find drawn blood, but there was nothing. It just stung. Too shocked to properly react, she just stared at her claws, mouth gaping. Why? Why had he done that?
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		+	Without interrupting the work of counting stones, coins, and bills, he spoke. “Don’t you go touching me with those grubby little paws o’ yers. You want somethin’ from me, you best be givin’ me somethin’ in return.”
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		+	Clink. A coin dropped where it belonged.
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		+	“Yer old enough now that that’s a fair deal. We don’t get no work from you in the shop really no more anyway, so you might wanna be looking for a new place ta rest that sorry hide o’ yers soon if’n that don’t change right as soon, girly.”
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		+	Clatter. Another few coins back in their place.
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		+	“So you want my help? Gimme somethin’ for it. Fair trade. Doctor or somethin’? I’ll tell you about that for a price.”
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		+	Payapa was no less stunned now than she had been prior to the unexpected smack. Having to... pay him? To help her out? Charles was... he wasn’t doing well, he needed help... and she didn’t have the money for that! She didn’t have the money and didn’t understand...
		+
		+	Didn’t quite understand...
		+
		+	Why?
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		+	In the haze of the situation, that question formed once more: why had he done that? Why was he still acting this way? Couldn’t he tell she was distressed? Didn’t he know?
		+
		+	She had nothing to give him, not even tears. She backed up and into the wall before scrambling to her right and back out of the shop. The only reasonable thing to do here was find someone who would help without a stupid fee.
		+
		+	Anana was very glad her father didn’t notice that she was trembling with fright. She excused herself at the earliest possible opportunity to take a lunch break, and then became ill in the sand in front of a few concerned Pokemon.
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	Anana watched her follow him down the boardwalk and off into the city, waiting for them to have disappeared for several minutes before slowly making her way to their bedroom to cry over the day’s events. Perhaps an hour or two later, she would take the lengthy screaming from their father for leaving a bunch of half cut fruit on the table and for leaving the rare berries out in the open, revealing nothing about who had really put them there, nor the guest they’d been for.		Anana watched her follow him down the boardwalk and off into the city, waiting for them to have disappeared for several minutes before slowly making her way to their bedroom to cry over the day’s events. Perhaps an hour or two later, she would take the lengthy screaming from their father for leaving a bunch of half cut fruit on the table and for leaving the rare berries out in the open, revealing nothing about who had really put them there, nor the guest they’d been for.
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		+	Payapa walked through the perhaps Alley Number 12, looking around every bend, into every hole, every crack. This was like advanced hide and seek, and she wasn’t the one hiding. She blinked heavily, feeling like some sort of fleck had gotten into her eyes. Perhaps that was why she was doing so poorly at the moment. “Come on... Charles! Are you over here? Charles!” She was heavily counting on having to scour the whole city, and twice had run into someone else named Charles along the way (the same fellow twice, to be clear), when she finally happened upon the correct Charles, sprawled out on the ground, looking to be asleep. That could very well just have been because his eyes were always closed, but it really did seem like he was sleeping this time. She ran up to him. “Charles!”
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		+	He didn’t respond, so she shook him, trying to stir him awake. All sorts of horrid scenarios ran through her mind, each ending with the realization that he had somehow died, and she was nearly driven to tears. It had only been maybe three weeks since she had met him, but they had become really good friends in the short span of time. Every day she would walk along the alleys, trying to find him, and within a few minutes he would appear. He had a good intuition for when she was out looking for him.
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		+	The possibility that the first Pokemon she could actually relate to and befriend... that he was going to just flicker out like that... especially when she’d known him for so little time...
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		+	“Charles! Wake up!” She shook him harder, and finally he was snapped out of that deep, deathlike slumber.
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		+	“Oh, hello, Miss. How are you feeling today?” he groggily asked. She hated that the first thing he did was address her wellbeing, not his own. He was obviously not doing well, and he was just going to... ignore it like that?
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		+	“Charles, stop it! What’s wrong? Are you just hungry? I can get you something to eat. Just tell me what!”
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		+	“No... I’m actually fine on food, Miss. I think I zonked out while eating some noodles out here, but I can’t quite remember. I’m just really tired.”
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		+	She didn’t think he was lying... exactly. Something seemed wrong. The previous week he had acted a little less energetic than usual, though she had just attributed that to... what had she attributed it to? Had she been so enthralled with the idea of making a friend that she’d ignored any sign of declining health? And now she was sure he wasn’t telling the whole truth. Something was up, and he wasn’t telling her the whole truth. He always had before, but wasn’t now. This panicked her.
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		+	“Charles! Stop it, just stop it! What’s wrong? I’ll take you to a doctor! Please, just tell me what’s wrong?” she pleaded. She was probably sounding a little crazed.
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		+	“I just feel a little under the weather, that’s all.” Something about the way he ended it... the inflection sounded insincere. This bothered her tremendously. It just wasn’t like him.
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		+	“I’m going to find someone to make you better. I’ll do it! I’ll make you better,” she mumbled, if not with a hint of frenzy in her voice. She slowly lifted him up and positioned him so he’d be easy to carry around. She didn’t have much of a shoulder, so bridal style it was. She didn’t really know where to take him (she wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about doctors or their whereabouts), so she headed home.
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		+	It wasn’t a very long trip from that particular alleyway to her house, but it was long enough that she started to feel very tired from her burden midway through the journey. Both her parents were out, selling things or whatever they did anymore, so she brought Charles straight to her bedroom. She placed him under the sheets, and used a pillow to block his head and body from the line of sight if anyone were to peek in. It would simply look like she had neglected to make the bed, which wouldn’t have been a first.
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		+	He had no objections, which worried her more. He hardly had the energy to speak, it seemed. She felt so stupid and foolish for not having noticed sooner. All the past week, she’d done most of the talking. She’d been venting about her family situation, something never before a topic to leave her lips. She and Anana had simply accepted the situation as a fact of life, the way things were, to basically Shut Up And Deal With It. Charles had let her know that it was okay to talk, to find things unfair, to be upset about situations, and to just complain about unjust happenings. In all this self-absorbed talk, she had failed to notice he was getting quieter and more lethargic. She really thought her observational skills were getting better, that she was getting more adept at noticing things going on with others... but Charles, having worked his way too close to her heart, had found his way into her blind spot. It was all too likely she had simply wanted to ignore that he could become unwell, and this thought made her burn with hatred for her selfishness.
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		+	It just wasn’t okay to talk about yourself; bad things happened.
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		+	She rubbed her eyes (that annoying fleck was back, messing with her vision), then left the house quickly to go find her father. Maybe he’d know what to do.
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