Time slowly passed.
Soon, ten minutes had gone by.
Lynn sat in front of the chair, still squeezing drops into his eyes with force.
But compared to before, his movements had grown noticeably more agitated. Large amounts of eye drops could clearly be seen streaming down his cheeks.
"You don't look well," Black Skull said hoarsely.
Lynn lowered his upturned head. His eyes were bloodshot from all the rubbing and drops, and two clear trails of medicine ran down his face, yet his mouth was stretched into an enormous grin.
"I feel like I'm sick. I'm incredibly sleepy, incredibly agitated."
With a series of cracks, he raised his right hand and clutched his forehead.
"What are you agitated about?" Black Skull asked hoarsely.
Lynn rubbed his eye sockets hard. "There are too many unhealthy patients. I think staying here is a waste of time. I should let more people know they're sick."
"If you're sick, you need treatment. They need to see a doctor. So do you, but you're a doctor yourself. You can definitely cure your own illness, but other people can't."
Lynn rubbed his eyes more and more violently, more and more frantically.
"I think I'm sick too."
"It feels like something's crawling around inside my head."
"I think..."
Squelch-
Suddenly, the sound of flesh tearing rang out.
[Ding! Black Skull's Sanity Value -10]
Under Black Skull's stunned gaze,
he actually reached up and gouged out one of his own eyeballs.
Yet as though nothing had happened, he poured eye drops into his empty socket.
"It's not working."
He shook his head hard, his expression growing increasingly dazed.
"I think I need to diagnose myself too."
Lynn forcefully shoved the eyeball back in, panting raggedly as he slumped trembling over the table and reached toward his