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Every second that goes by, brings me closer to the Kyklos. I have faith in my friends, the ghouls. They have put themselves in danger for my sake countless times. I can never repay them. I am not strong or fast. I feel so helpless so much of the time. Any attempt at helping the ghouls can put me and them in more danger. I'm just a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
In some ways, I'm so glad to have met so many wonderful people here at Darkwick. But the cost of meeting the ghouls is the price of my curse. I don't want them to feel sorrow if they can't break my curse. I don't want them to feel like they failed. Like they lost a friend. I want them to look back on our memories together with love and fondness. It's not that I want to give up and lie down. I do want to fight, but I also want my friends to be okay.
Between classes and missions, putting this project together in my spare time has been stressful. But I wouldn't want it any other way. I always take notes on my phone for missions, but I started bringing a pocket notebook with me as well for notes that couldn't or rather shouldn't be included in the case reports for our missions.
Kaito, Luca, and I stopped for crepes. We knew we probably shouldn't since we were on a mission, but I'm so glad we did! They were so tasty, and Luca and Kaito are becoming good friends. I hope they can help me break my curse. I hope Darkwick lets me remember these things once I go back to my old life. Something tells me, though, they won't be able to.
I smiled at one of the first things I'd written about after coming back from that mission. The notebook was originally meant for me to keep track of everything I learned about the new environment I was in. About the people, places, about The Clash. I was so clueless about everything back then. Just stumbling through missions and interactions with staff. Not knowing who I could trust. Sometimes, I still don't know. It started off as just a notebook. But now it felt like a lifeline. Every wonderful thing I got to experience with the ghouls was written in this little notebook.
This would be my goodbye to the ghouls. I'm almost out of time. I don't want to believe that my curse will never be broken. I don't want this to be goodbye. But if I don't do something, I'll regret it.
A knock on the door of my dormitory shook me from my thoughts. I took a deep breath and put a smile on my face. I opened the door to reveal an empty doorstep.
"Meow"
“Oh! Hello, you must be here to deliver my prints.”
"Meow"
The very hardworking cat bowed its head before strutting away to its next task. On the ground was a package. This was it. Weeks of sneaking around and trying not to seem suspicious around faculty or ghouls was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated.
I opened the box and pulled out the stack of papers. I had sworn both Hodge and Podge to secrecy. The pair had been working non-stop to help me with this project, and I couldn't be more grateful. I may not have any artistic talent, but I'm a crafting wizard. The kids in grade school hated to see me coming with some glitter glue.
In order to get this done in time, I told a small white lie. Hopefully, it's a harmless one. I told Darkwick I was feeling a bit ill recently. That it just felt like a cold and I should be as good as new in a day or two. They bought it. Maybe they figure the curse is taking more of a toll on me the closer I get to the deadline. Or maybe they already know what I'm planning and are choosing to just let it be. I don't fully understand everything about Darkwick, but sometimes I swear they can sense when I'm even thinking about doing something I shouldn't.
I got to work, starting by sorting through the pictures Hodge and Podge made for me. I had asked them if they would be willing to recreate moments I had shared with the Ghouls so I could make a scrapbook of our time together. I was surprised they agreed so quickly. I told them it would be a lot of work and that it would have to be kept secret. They seemed more than happy to help. They even offered their collage skills, but I declined.
Glue, decorate, write a note on the page, and repeat.
Over and over again. Until everyone is done.
The task ahead of me was so daunting, but it was truly the very least I could do. Before I could officially begin, another knock took place on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone else, so it startled me a little.
“Y-Yes?” I peeked through the crack I had created by opening the door slightly.
Looming before me, Jiro stood expressionless.
“Yuri sent me. He heard you were sick and wanted to make sure it's not the curse. So I'll be coming in now.”
“J-Jiro! Um. . . I'm okay, really! If it was really serious, I would have gone straight to Mortkranken. It's just a cold!”
“Yuri wants me to at least get some blood samples, and to take your vitals. It will only take a few moments.”
“Right, of course. Give me one moment to tidy up befo-”
“No need, I don't care about mess.” Before I could protest further, Jiro's large frame gently pushed its way inside.
“Oh! At least let me put on a mask before you enter!” I hurriedly went to hide the papers I'd been working on from Jiro.
“Its okay, I am wearing mine.”
How can he be so smart, and so clueless sometimes? I thought to myself.
After sufficiently hiding everything from Jiro, I sat where he'd asked me to so he could take my vitals and draw blood.
“Hmm.” Jiro's eyebrows creased together slightly before returning to their normal relaxed position.
“Something wrong, Jiro?” I could feel my heartbeat increase slightly. He's going to know I'm not sick for sure.
“No, actually, your vitals are very good for someone in your condition.”
“The condition being the cold or my curse?”
“Both. I would have thought between the two you'd probably have trouble getting out of bed, let alone answering the door.”
“Oh! Well, the worst of it was last night, I mostly slept it off. But figured it would be good to rest for a day or two. I am feeling better. I just wanted to be safe.”
“That was very smart of you. Your symptoms have clearly improved since then. It's good you're not pushing yourself. How is your mentality, any anxiety? Aside from the cold, are you sleeping well?”
I guess I worried for nothing. But something tells me he's still going to come to the conclusion that I'm lying. I hope he doesn't. Even if it's for something good, I hate lying to my friends.
“I promise, I'm alright. I appreciate you and Yuri always working so hard to treat not just me but all your patients.”
I just wish I could do more for you two.
“Of course. It's our job.” Jiro spoke only with a matter-of-fact in his voice.
“What about you? I know it must be hard to work so much when you have your own health to take care of.” My heart ached slightly, Jiro wasn't the talkative type. He spoke only about facts, science, and medicine. He was brilliant but didn't seem to grasp most sociable conversations. Any time I try to show concern for him, he brushes it off. He spends so much time caring for others, but I wish he could care more for himself.
“Yuri is constantly working, and so am I. So I don't think about it too much. We have to focus on finding a cure for your curse. I'll be fine, I have Yuri.”
I gave a sad smile and nodded as Jiro removed the needle from my arm.
“All done?” I asked brightly.
“Yes, please drink plenty of fluids and get plenty of rest. Oh, and please let us know if your symptoms return or worsen.” Jiro stood, heading for the door.
“Jiro! Wait!” I wanted to say something more to him, but the moment he stopped in his tracks, I became flustered.
“Yes? Was there something else you needed?”
In an attempt to show my care, I awkwardly blurted out; “Make sure you take a bath!”
I felt my ears becoming hot and my face turning red. Mortified, I just told my friend he needed a bath.
“I guess it has been a few days, I apologize if I offended you.” He replied in his usual tone.
“No! Not at all! I'm sorry, I just meant I know sometimes you forget to take care of yourself, is all. You're so busy with research all the time. I know you're lucky to get some rest and bathing done if you can. But I can also understand why you don't get around to it.” I ended up quickly overexplaining my intentions.
“Thank you for telling me, I might have forgotten again if you hadn't.”
Feeling relieved, I thanked Jiro again for coming to check on me and walked him to the door.
Finding time to work on my scrapbooks and letters to the ghouls is going to be a bit more difficult than I thought. I sighed, looking at what little I had accomplished so far.
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