Then his sight adjusted, and his previous thoughts sounded silly. It was simply nighttime.

"Goddamnit," he croaked. His throat felt stuffed and completely dry at the same time, and the pain from speaking made him aware of this impossible fact: Virus had lived.

Virus was lying in an empty hospital room. He had no idea how much time had passed--could it still be the same night? It felt like he had been out cold for a good while.

But, most importantly, who had brought him there?

Was it possible that someone'd found him in his apartment? He did not keep contact with his family and his attachments were generally scarce.

No one should've found him. Yet someone did.

...Where was Germ?