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[An old resident has returned to the infirmary, though this time it isn't because he pissed off the wrong person. Kamille had been working on his weapon-play with his recently acquired Axe from Momo in the gym, before he suddenly let go of his axe in midswing, the melee weapon not even going that far as the newtype fell forward, unresponsive. He was submitted to the infirmary for heavy exhaustion, surprisingly enough.]
[Now, Kamille is strapped to a bed, eyes heavy-lidded but open, almost desperately so. He turns his head to look at you as you enter, but otherwise remains silent. Perhaps he wonders if you will lecture him for not resting properly, or maybe wonder what the hell made him think constantly working with the weapon in such a weakened state was a good idea. Regardless, he isn't going anywhere for several days if the doctors have their say.]
[Now, Kamille is strapped to a bed, eyes heavy-lidded but open, almost desperately so. He turns his head to look at you as you enter, but otherwise remains silent. Perhaps he wonders if you will lecture him for not resting properly, or maybe wonder what the hell made him think constantly working with the weapon in such a weakened state was a good idea. Regardless, he isn't going anywhere for several days if the doctors have their say.]