((Haha, Ivan's developing something like emotions XD))
Angel looked confused. "What are you talking about??"
"My, umm, condition." THere was no name for what Ivan had. It was a step beyond dissociative identity. It was literally as if he were two people. "No treatment for it."
Cole walked in on Ivan and Angel's conversation. "So, what is your condition?" He inturupted.
((Wow Fang, loving your charrie!))
Angel blushed and jumped when Cole walked in. "Umm, yea Ivan, what is your condition?" She asked, equally curious.
He shook his head. "If anyone knows, they're far more intelligent than I." He looked outside. It was slowly getting darker. "Were safest in here."
Cloe glances around the street for a moment, quickly walking into the building with the others and closing the door. She lingers just at the edge of the group, fidgetting nervously and constantly glancing outside.
He noticed Cloe actively avoiding him, but he didn't think anything of it. He wished he could just avoid people. When he did that, people acted like he needed help. A ridiculous notion.
Angel sighed. She went back down the hall into her room. She flipped through the doctor's files on her, looking for something.
Ivan leaned against the wall. He would need something to stop him from falling if another Change was on its way. They probably thought he was one of the creatures from earlier, or at the very least becoming one.
"We can't really be safe in here" Cole said, "if you're in here." He thought back to when Ivan went crazy to him, "no offence but I'm just saying if you might not be able to hold yourself back and lash out. We might die."
Ivan turned and looked at Cole. The kid was axiomatically correct. However, one concern did remain. "Are you implying that I should find another place of refuge?"
"No," Cole said, "It'd be too harsh."
Now Cole wasn't making much sense to Ivan. "Logically, I could be what protects this group from harm or what brings the group into harm. Both situations are equally likely. Therefore, I propose a solution that does not put me in close proximity wih you." Ivan had never talked this much in his life.
Angel found what she was looking for. "Yes!" She whispered. She had found her journal before she was hospitalized. She didn't remember what had happened, and she wanted to see if it had any clues. She went back out into the hallway with the pink leather book.
Since Ivan didn't get a response, he deemed it safest to go back into the depths of the hospital and back to his own room. He went down the tists and turns of the hall until he reached where he wanted to be. Ivan opened every door on every cabinet, looking for anything that may tell him anything.