Before he zipped the compartment, Cian brought out the paper to read the directions. It was a strong sedative with no ill effects, but had a dose-by-weight counter listed below. He would be able to take two safely, but only just. Swallowing hard, Cian stowed the paper in his bag again and put it over his shoulder, thanking the nurse and her assistant before making a hasty, awkward exit. He hadn't expected to simply pass out. And to stay out for so long---more than four hours---actually helped him. He didn't feel quite so exhausted now, and the world didn't feel as if it were made out of half-melted rubber, sucking in his feet as he walked and bouncing back when he tried to take another step.

Pushing the door open, Cian turned to start down the sidewalk and froze---Layland was standing, leaning, against the wall beside it, and he'd have to pass the man to get by. But Layland had said he was leaving. "H-hey." He muttered, looking down and away but acknowledging the man nonetheless. There was something strange going on. Cian knew, but couldn't bring himself to simply ask.