Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
((Posted by Ashiko Kuroe on June 25, 2010))
I’ve learned to walk, my stumbling about on the new mechanics of my leg have stifled, my strength has been regained days ago, fever nothing but a mere memory. And yet I remain in the hospital walls, idly sampling their stocks of morphine, occasionally Chess dropping a bottle. Good lad, remembering my orders long after he left my employ. He takes notes on how his work acts, eying switches whose meaning eludes me.I having no need to
Zebrati’s face has been comforting, his friendship being one of the only ones in this city I have trusted. I haven’t a clue at all why he’s working at the hospital, nor what his plan is… perhaps he has retired. However his draw and willingness to point a gun at anything that he perceives as a threat makes me believe that he’s still sharp, if not up to his tricks. I’m not sure what he gets from our exchanges, perhaps he is a true friend, perhaps he feels sympathy, partially responsible, either way I am grateful for the company, his and Mr. Harvey’s visits being the only ones now that I am well. Mr. Harvey himself being a tad more disarming than I’d prefer, I suppose I feel it because I owe my life to him… Tenk leaving me sputtering on the jail floor, Blackberry selflessly gave his blood to me. I hate the feeling, being indebted to a man like that, it took a few days but it quickly eroded the lies I had set up… and for the briefest of moments I felt remorse.
I shall stay here, not out of need, but rather the company, food, and bedding is far better than a jail cell. And the security far more lax.
