As Zion sat at the table, finishing his meal with Karina and Sera, a thought crossed his mind.
"I wonder how Yin is doing…"
The moment he finished eating, he grabbed an empty plate and headed straight for the food selection. Without hesitation, he piled on a variety of dishes, making sure to pick a little bit of everything.
With the plate full, he made his way to the lower floors of the base.
"Hm… it's still open?" Zion noted, glancing at the usually sealed ground floor entrance.
Shrugging off the oddity, he descended the stairs.
Just as he reached the hallway, he froze.
From inside the medical room—a sound.
He quickly stepped back, hiding behind the doorframe.
Sniffles.
A quiet, trembling voice.
Inside, Yin sat on the medical bed, his face buried in his hands.
His shoulders shook.
His tears fell freely, staining his cheeks as he tried to wipe them away with trembling fingers.
"Dammit… I'm still weak…" Yin choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.
