You glance a little at the door before you push it open- there's no semblance of a nametag. Two thoughts run through your mind as you look at the door and the overflowing folder of medical paperwork pinned up- "Do they even have a name?" and "Poor kid." You shrug these thoughts off and enter.
You shake your head. Patient 307 sighs.
"So that really is their name..." By any means, you're horrifed by how casual they are about this. You begrudgingly nod- you don't want to seem invasive, but you'd like to know exactly what kind of ailments these kids have to deserve being stuck in such a place.
307 removes the sweatshirt they're wearing, revealing what looks to be- a metal tank top? It seems to be indented into their body. There's a glass window around the chest area- it's fogged up, but you can see things moving around inside.
Are those... organs?
"OH GOD..."
You don't get a chance to shake your head no- 307 removes what you now know is an artifical ribcage. They lay back on their bunk and remove their own heart.
You're starting to feel a little sick.
Thankfully, they pick up on the mood shift and reassemble themselves, struggling a little with re-instating the ribcage. But, they do it and they slide their sweater back on and look at you with a wide grin. Their eyes look wide and panicked- though you haven't a clue as to why.
You nervously nod.
"Am I hearing this kid right?"
You try to hide your skepticism, but 307 sees right through you.
307 sighs dejectedly while you fervently shake your head- You believe them! You can't think of any other way this could have happened, anyways.
Eel walks by the door, overhearing that last snippet and bursting in.
They look very angry. You get the feeling you've broken some unspoken rule.
307, quite contrary to how they've been acting with you previously, almost seems standoffish.
Eel looks livid at this point. You are somewhat worried for what they might do to 307.
307 gives an honest answer, not picking up on the rhetorical nature of the question- or maybe they do know, and they just want to answer anyways. You feel you're reading too much into this.
The implications of Eel's words make you feel off. What's so wrong with talking to 307? Yet again you get that feeling, and you wonder how much longer Eel will tolerate your presence.
307 looks horribly saddened by this news, and they reach out a hand to you.
You have two choices: Go with 307 or stay with Eel.
Take 307's hand.
Follow Eel and return to the hall.