No one quite expected to see their mighty leader break down in the cafeteria, and it left them confused and worried. Red Leader had been walked into the large, crowded area since he had been compiling to Paul that he was hungry. Paul felt like the younger man was being quite childish, but obeyed his wishes nonetheless.

However, before they could even get to where the food was being served, the Communist leader had fallen to his knees and hugged his stomach. Tears fell from both his eyes, and stained the white bandages that concealed and babied his injured face. He had been taken to the Medical Ward immediately.

And there he lay, in that stiff and confined hospital mattress. He had an IV in his good arm, and the intense beeping of the monsterous machines filled the uneasy silence.

Patryck was understandibly freaking the absolute fuck out. Paul was clearly not as concerned.

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