Aster shook awake and sat up instantly. The hard fluorescent light beat down on his eyes. His dark hair had grown messy and flopped around his face. As he turned, a sharp and piercing pain struck his back. He yelped from the sudden pain, everyone in the infirmary turned suddenly and store at him.
"Don't move! You're hurt," a doctor ordered, yelling from the entrance.
"What?" Aster incoherently mumbled, his eyes feverish and tired. The doctor laid Aster down, his round glasses reflecting light into Aster's eyes. The automatic doors of the infirmary shuffled open, and entered Lovett, who scanned the room. "Lovett," Aster weakly called out, raising his shaking hand. She noticed his hand and walked over, she stayed silent. "You're back—what happened?"
"Nothing happened, I was sent to defend against an oncoming attack from the demons, that attack never came," Lovett informed, "instead, they took boats and sailed to the other side of The Harbor, destroyed our radio tower, and attacked us when we least expected it."
"So it wasn't a dream," Aster questioned, starting up at Lovett. He thought, "That means that—I do have a connection."
"You were found in the generator room, along with a Midnight Weapon made out of bone; someone must've saved you last second," she considered, picking up a clipboard next on a nearby desk. "It's been a week since then."
"Lovett," he called out, "where's Conduit?"
"Where's what?" She asked, leaning in a little."
He gulped before saying, "my weapon, where's my weapon?"
"It's in your dorm—Class D," she swallowed, "about Class D."
"What do you mean?"
She turned away slightly and asked, "were you particularly close with the two other members of Class D?"
"I don't know that much about those two, but at least they—they treat me with kindness, and I haven't felt that in a long time before I met them, they make me feel like I have friends," Aster explained. His eyes widened and his iris shrank as he pierced Lovett with a desperate stare and demanded, "how are they? Are they hurt? Tell me, Lovett!" A shadow covered Lovett's face and she didn't answer. Two officials entered the room, discussing casualties.
"How many did we lose in each class?"
"Twenty in Class A, forty five in B, one hundred and fifty in Class C." Aster's irises drained as he turned his attention towards the two formerly dressed men.
"And those two in Class D."
"I was asking for each class, 'Class D' is just a name given to those that are only capable—of manual labor."
Conflicting emotions struck Aster, fury from how he described his friends, and a debilitating dejection from the realization that two of the only people that ever shown him warmth were expired. His body began savagely throwing its limbs wildly, his eyes mad, his confused rambling was only calmed as Lovett applied pressure to his pressure points, sending him into unconsciousness.