...THE FOURTH VICTIM?

[monoguests]

[Friday, Friday, gotta get down on...well, there's nothing to get down to, considering the music has stopped. There seems to be a distinct lack of Shadow Bugs too - has the threat of a murder been carried out?

Well, it can't hurt to check. Those who go by the showers will hear the sound of faint running water, and there seems to be...something in front of the Pokemon Center.]

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[sunflowerfields]

[Once Hinawa gets her undressed, she spreads a blanket out on the floor and rolls Neph onto it. She covers her up with another, and makes a makeshift pillow out of a third. Wow, these sure were convenient.]

Nephenee, sweetheart, can you hear me?

[shslancer]

[Thankfully for everyone involved except maybe Monokuma but nobody cares about that bastard, the warmth of the area and the cotton ball birb slowly, but surely, started getting Nephenee out of the danger zone. By the time Hinawa's stripped her down and bundled her back up, she's much warmer than before. Good job, team!

This time, the gentle voice of the team mom stirs her slightly...the not-so-gentle splitting headache does the rest.]

Unh...

[Her face twists into a pained expression, and she exhales in what's almost a hiss, eyes shut tight. Holy moly, that hurts bad! Still, did she hear a voice?]

M-mom...?

[sunflowerfields]

[Hinawa lets out a huge sigh of relief. She's in rough shape, but she's ok.]

It's Hinawa, honey, I'm right here. Alastor brought you here, it looks like you took a bad tumble.

[She doesn't need to know that she was nearly a murder victim right this second, right?]

Just stay with me, all right?

[shslancer]

[YEAH THAT'S PREFERABLE, MOM.]

A-all right...Ah thought that was...ya Ah heard...

[She's still got her eyes closed, on account of being afraid the light's going to make the pain worse. Not really all there quite yet, she brings the arm closest to Hinawa out from under the blankets and, trying to sense where the other woman is, lays it down near her, like she wants her to hold it.]

A...tumble? Musta...hit somethin'...real good...

[sunflowerfields]

[She doesn't have to search for long, because Hinawa grasps her hand and squeezes tight.]

Ah... yes. I think you may have slipped in the shower. The water was running cold for a while, so you might end up with a few sniffles.

Alastor's gone to get some first aid, he'll be back soon.

[shslancer]

The shower...

[For a moment, it seems that's just a normal statement...before her breathing gets a little more deep.]

Y-yeah...A-Ah was..in the shower...an'...

[She's trying to think...it's on the edge of her brain, she can tell...the headache's making it hard to think, though.]

Ah...d-dang head's h-hurtin'...

[Her free hand goes up to touch near the wound...and she flinches when she realizes. her eyes opening in alarm.]

M-my helmet..!

[sunflowerfields]

Shhhhh. Shhshhhshhh. [You're being shushed.] We'll find your helmet later, okay? It wouldn't help your headache much.

[A tiny part of Hinawa wants to press her for more information about what happened at the shower, but she knows that, like the helmet, it wouldn't help Neph's head.]

[superstylishschism]

[Her search for her helmet will be further interrupted by a knock on the Pokecenter door before Alastor steps in with some washclothes, liquid soap and a very purple outfit that definitely isn't from the camp store.]

Nephenee! You're alright?

[shslancer]

[BUT. BUT MOM. HELMET. HEAD. THEY NEED TO BE TOGETHER. AND THEN ALASTOR.]

[Being the seasoned, veteran soldier and farmer she is, Nephenee takes this information and...

...pulls the blankets over her head with a super timid 'meep'.]

[sunflowerfields]

[MOTHER KNOWS BEST OK.]

Ah, Alastor! She's back with us now. [To Neph ] How about we get you cleaned up, then we can go find your helmet?

[shslancer]

B-but folks'll...s-see me without it, then...

[Sayeth the talking blanket lump.]

[superstylishschism]

[Walking over and sitting down next to that talking lump.]

Well, it's not like you have anything you need to hide, is it?

[shslancer]

M-My face...eyes..everythin'?

[Guess who has bad self-image issues?

This girl. The talking blanket lump girl.]

[superstylishschism]

What about them? They looked just fine to me.

[shslancer]

...

[Scaredy girl peeeeeks out from under the edge of her blanket, so all they see are fingers and eyes.]

...Y-y'all re-really think that?

[superstylishschism]

[He sets some of his cleaning supplies down and puts a hand over her fingers.]

Do I look like a liar to you?