A Normal Day of Work? Pt 10-11

Part 10

What is in {} are my thoughts.

***The next day***

When Hisoka hadn't gotten up when he usually did, Watari, Tatsumi, and Tsuzuki went in to Hisoka's room to check on him.

Hisoka lay curled up into a tight little ball, shaking and rocking back and forth slightly with both of his hands clamped over his mouth. Watari moved to the small teenager's side and wrenched Hisoka's hands from his face.

"What's wrong?" Watari demanded.

After a while Hisoka stopped shaking, but he didn't respond.

"Is this what Muraki meant by 'first one'?" Watari asked. Hisoka nodded and lay still despite Watari's grip on his wrist. "So Muraki doesn't know how to undo the curse causing the 'arracks'. I'll go work on finding a counter-curse. You two," Watari gestured at Tatsumi and Tsuzuki, "get food and force Hisoka to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Hisoka mumbled weakly.

"You have to eat," Watari said before leaving to go back to his office.

Tatsumi and Tsuzuki glanced at each other and left.

***A few minutes later***

"Now," Tsuzuki said as he set the food down on a table next to Hisoka, "You have to eat."

Hisoka tried, and failed, to sit up. Tsuzuki helped him sit up and said, "It had better be gone when I get back." Then both Tatsumi and Tsuzuki left.

***About an hour later***

Tsuzuki came in and found Hisoka lying next to an empty plate and staring at the ceiling with a 'I'm-not-here-right-now look on his face.

"Hisoka?" Tsuzuki asked.

Hisoka came back to reality and turned to look at Tsuzuki, "Are you feeling better?"

Hisoka replied, "Yeah."

"Good." Tsuzuki looked immensely relieved.

Part 11

What is in {} are my thoughts.

***A week later***

Hisoka was fading in and out of consciousness; his 'attacks' had been getting worse and more frequent. He almost died with each new attack and… with how weak he was from the sheer amount of pain he had gone through… No one knew when Hisoka's body would just… give out… much less how much more he could take mentally….

This was the state of the office because of Hisoka's condition: chaos: No one had gotten any real sleep for a week and Watari was practically tearing his hair out from frustration.

***In Watari's laboratory***

"Are we even getting closer?" Tsuzuki asked, still in the state of frenzied panic that he had been in for a week.

"Yes," Watari snapped, rubbing the new insomnia lines around his eyes.

"Could this be—?" Tsuzuki asked for the seventh time that week, or was it that day? Watari couldn't remember.

Watari walked over, dubiously taking the papers from Tsuzuki and scanning through them.

***Watari***
**Reading**
*Papers*

Watari started jumping up and down, hair flying everywhere that it was physically possible for it to fly—and some places one would think impossible.

"It is! It is! It is!" Watari grabbed Tsuzuki's arm and ran full-tilt down the hallway… and straight into Tatsumi.

"Why are you running?" asked a zombiefied Tatsumi.

"We found it! We found it! We found itTatsumisoyouhavetocometoo!" Watari's words started to slur as he jumped up and dragged Tsuzuki and Tatsumi toward Hisoka's room like the {Disclaimer: I don't own it.} Energizer bunny, only one with huge insomnia lines around his eyes.

The three of them arrived at Hisoka's room completely out of breath, and they were greeted by a dull stare from Hisoka.

Watari walked over to Hisoka, mumbled something incoherent, spread his fingers, palms facing out, and ordered, "Tsuzuki, do it!"