[ It should come as a surprise to all of no one that for the most part, Yuuri sticks to the first aid room. Even if the others are here keeping an eye on Junpei, doesn't matter. Yuuri doesn't feel right leaving him and she figures having an extra set of hands (how disgustingly ironic) around might help.
It's only when exhaustion threatens to make her drift off that she leaves. Usually she'd damn the consequences and refuse to leave but right now might not be the best time to take a symbolic stand. She doesn't go far though -- just to the second floor rest area where she puddles herself into a corner to try and rest. She can't actually sleep but trying is better than nothing.
Once it starts getting late enough for people to be heading to bed, Yuuri goes to the garden. She does it with the intent of putting together a memorial but once she actually gets to the plot, she feels herself swoon. Shakily, she lowers herself to her knees on the floor in front of all those flowers and stakes.
Then she bends over, head pressed to the floor like she's in prayer and she lets out an awful, raw, wordless noise through gritted teeth that she barely manages to keep from being a scream.
Why did things have to turn out like this?! Why, why, why?!
It takes her a long moment of laying there before she can sit back up. Her face is muddy, wet with tears and she looks so bone dead exhausted it's a wonder she's still moving. ]
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It's only when exhaustion threatens to make her drift off that she leaves. Usually she'd damn the consequences and refuse to leave but right now might not be the best time to take a symbolic stand. She doesn't go far though -- just to the second floor rest area where she puddles herself into a corner to try and rest. She can't actually sleep but trying is better than nothing.
Once it starts getting late enough for people to be heading to bed, Yuuri goes to the garden. She does it with the intent of putting together a memorial but once she actually gets to the plot, she feels herself swoon. Shakily, she lowers herself to her knees on the floor in front of all those flowers and stakes.
Then she bends over, head pressed to the floor like she's in prayer and she lets out an awful, raw, wordless noise through gritted teeth that she barely manages to keep from being a scream.
Why did things have to turn out like this?! Why, why, why?!
It takes her a long moment of laying there before she can sit back up. Her face is muddy, wet with tears and she looks so bone dead exhausted it's a wonder she's still moving. ]
... This is... all of this is impossible...