A dozen or so minutes later.
Wearing a face mask and holding the Case File, White Night watched in pained exasperation as several Night Doctors tremblingly wrapped bandages around Lynn, whose left hand had beaten his face into a swollen mess.
Then he turned to look at the Ծ‸Ծ left hand perched on Lynn's head, clutching a lock of his hair and refusing to let go.
He took a deep breath and pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Although I know his left hand seems to have a mind of her own, and I completely understand how anxious you were to wake your master after you woke up, still..."
"Poking his eyes and pouring pesticide down his throat aren't methods of waking someone that we recommend."
He pointed at the tiny ventilation opening in the wall, which had been enlarged by repeated impacts, and sighed.
"We also appreciate your good intentions in trying to help Lynn escape, but there's probably no way to squeeze a person through a vent that small."
Clearly.
By the time they heard the noise and rushed over, quite a few unfortunate things had already happened.
For instance, after a hand crawled out through the vent, she had tried to pull Lynn out from the other side with a (〃＞皿＜) expression. When they entered, half of Lynn's head had already been squeezed through.
Zuo Zuo asked with a Ծ‸Ծ expression, "Is Head badly hurt?"
White Night nodded. "He wasn't before, but he probably is now."
"..."
"..."
"But something's wrong!" Zuo Zuo stood upright, pointing a finger at the drowsy Lynn, who had no fighting spirit whatsoever, and said wide-eyed:
"Head's practically useless! He won't even respond when Zuo Zuo talks to him. Before, if Zuo Zuo stuck a finger up his nostril, he'd bite at