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higher and higher

oh baby, that's what dreams are made of

ayumi's childhood drowned in the human subconscious. thesis after thesis, essay after essay, all targeting the exact same thing—what makes sapience, and what makes self-realization, and what makes a person if you strip away all their flesh, their bones, their organs, and leave only their brain? her parents were scientists. they mockingly called themselves freud's successors, jokingly bought a portrait of carl jung, and, completely seriously, dedicated their entire lives to figuring out what is repressed, how the mind sorts what is unconscious and what is conscious, and why humans can only know what lurks beneath the surface is distorted forms, such as dreams, slips of the tongue, and instant, irrevocable reactions. in a way, ayumi was an accident. in another way, she was entirely planned. she was their guinea pig, their little experiment.[break][break]

but now that they're gone, the nightmares have gotten worse. night sweats, terrors, darkness enveloping her, cocooning her, cradling her, then biting her throat and tearing her esophagus from her neck. there's one figure that always makes a recurring appearance, a symbol she's never failed to recognize. even now, she carries a dark, leather-bound notebook as she walks the campus halls in search of the infirmary, furtively scrawled with feverish depictions of a large man made of shadow, lurking in the doorway of every dream she's had since she arrived on campus. it has to be solved. she's been losing too much sleep, and it's been negatively impacting her performance in school.[break][break]

so the pale maiden drifts like air into the infirmary, clutching her notebook close to her chest, framed and swaddled by long, messy locks of stark black hair contrasted against the sterile whiteness of a medical environment. she's never been here before, and she's looking a little lost, glancing back and forth like she simply doesn't belong here, standing in such a way to evoke images of a baby dove just learning to fly.[break][break]

Yanai Hebiru

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[Yanai Hebiru]

The Doctor is In

Today had been a fairly calm day so far at UAU's infirmary allowing the resident nurse to finally work through some of her backlog. Something that was long overdue. Despite the amount of overtime she'd been working recently her many obligations had left her with little time to rest or take care of herself. Something she could normally handle but sleep had not been coming easy to her these past few days.

Nightmares kept waking her before she could get so much as two hours of sleep and she had far too much to do to justify trying to increase the hours allotted to getting a proper night's rest. So much like anything she didn't have the time to solve right now she'd written the issue down and put her full focus on clearing her queue so as to be able to devote her attention to finding a solution.

With her assistant temporarily being away from their duties Hebiru found herself with more forms and paperwork than she had gotten used to. Having competent help was useful until one found their skills to have degraded as a result and as Yanai Hebiru transcribed another requisition form to replace recently depleted supplies she noticed her work did not flow nearly as smoothly as it had before.

Downing her fifth cup of coffee for the day she was just making her way to the coffee machine for another when the infirmary's door slid open and a harried looking student stepped in.

"My, Yorunemuri-san, it's good to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Hebiru greeted her kindly, observant eyes taking in the girl's appearance all the while. "Would you like some coffee? Tea? Water?"

Hebiru asked as much out of politeness as to gauge her reaction. She had the feeling it would tell her a lot about why Ayumi came here.

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