While nothing had changed for Mel, when the other twenty arrived at their barracks, they found the pillows they had been dreaming of for days where they had been waiting. It was a little messy inside, the bales of straw had been moved to different parts of the shed, but the former Fifteenth Ward students didn't dare to do more than that.
Mel, who succeeded in meeting the aggressive goal he set at the beginning of the month, had also achieved his goal, but he was paying the price with the destruction that his battle with Poison Energy had caused in his body. No one could blame them for it, even though it made the others vainly glad that he was getting worse every day.
