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[After the rain finally stopped, Viktor dared to poke his head out the door to ascertain the situation--admittedly strange though it was.]

Remarkable. Everything looks like a mess, of course, but the skies are clear. I told you everything would be fine.

[Closing the door again, Viktor took a step towards the kitchen.]

I'll start making breakfast, then we can see about taking down the window shutters at the very least. A little natural light would help all the plants I had to take inside.

[As soon as he'd stepped away, there was a peculiar thump out on the deck. Probably a fallen branch. But maybe worth investigating.]

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[Viktor had always hated hospitals. It wasn't as if he was unaware of his worsening health or his failing body over the past years, the professional opinion of a doctor was hardly necessary to inform him of the obvious. Even the several surgeries over the years that left him with medical-grade steel in his leg and spine to hold up a useless frame were nothing but a temporary fix, another thing to detest about himself. But there was little choice now that his state itself was in some nebulous stasis; close monitoring was something even Viktor conceded was a necessity.]

[And as promised, for the sake of their collective peace of mind, he'd allowed Jayce to come with him this time--the whole affair one with deeply dismal results. An impossibly clear x-ray of a malformed leg and damaged spine full of metal, blood tests that came back positive for residual metals and chemicals, and scans of a respiratory system deeply damaged beyond repair. But, and the doctor they spoke to was careful to stress this part, there was not a single point of difference one way or the other between now and the months preceding. Impossibly, nothing had changed and nothing showed any signs of changing; frozen at a prognosis of several months that had already passed.]

[So, with all that said and done, they left together into the summer sunlight with a refreshed supply of painkillers and cough suppressants alongside...not quite optimism, but a lack of fatalism at the very least.]

I told you it was fine. Do you feel better about the issue now?