As the shift changed, Kyousuke thought that things seemed to be getting a little easier for him, a fact that he was grateful for. The situation itself hadn't gotten any better, and there were still so many horrible things he didn't want to remember, but he'd finally found a thread to grasp, and for that, he was going to keep his head held high, no matter what this place threw at him. Not just for himself, but for everyone back home. And those were the threads that this place could never cut.

With that thought in mind, it was into the storm again, literally. The nurse attempted to convince him to stay inside, but after missing the time on the field and being closed into the Sun Room all day, he stubbornly insisted to be let out. It felt like a small victory when the nurse conceded, but not for long. ... He'd gotten so used to the pain that he'd nearly forgotten how severe his injuries still were. Running his way through the yard to get into the greenhouse itself was more than enough to remember, and despite the short distance, by the time he passed the door, he had to stop, hugging his chest and cringing in pain.

"Honestly, Mr. Taylor, this is exactly why I didn't want you to come out!" the nurse chided. Kyousuke ignored her in favor of trying to even out his breaths, as she continued, "You need to learn how to take of yourself!"

Apparently unable to leave well enough be, she then proceeded to round in on the nearest patient. "Oh, Dana, could you be a dear and look after Kendrick here? Poor thing had a nasty trip down the stairs the other day, and there's not many kids in his age group left, so he could probably use some company."

Without bothering to listen for a response, she pressed some medicine into Kyousuke's hand and left, leaving the boy to stare after her bewilderment. Was that what they were blaming his injuries on...? That was one of the stupidest things he'd ever heard. He turned toward the stranger, and scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly.

"... Sorry about that," he muttered, still in pain, but mostly recovered from running through the storm. "You don't have to stick around if you don't want."

That, huh... It wasn't an unfair question, but the source of his injuries was something Kyousuke could do without remembering. He frowned, debating how forthcoming he should be, which in the end, wasn't much. The people who needed to know probably knew by now, and his injuries themselves were his own problem.

"I was just lucky enough to run into monsters a couple nights in a row," he answered dismissively. It left out all of the important details, but it technically wasn't a lie, and the populace of these walls were probably so used to dealing with this sort of thing that the stranger was likely to take it at face value.

At least, Kyousuke hoped so. Maybe it would be best to just change the subject. "Do you know anything about the cure that's being going around?" he asked in a low voice, trying to prevent any eavesdropping nurses from overhearing. "I've heard the name, but I don't know what it looks like."