Long had locked the door.

Zala turned to stare at Long, "If you made a big mess in there," she stated simply, "I'll put you back in the same room as Rosen. Come along," she ordered, turning to walk off.

Long followed after Zala quietly.

When the reach the infirmery, Zala went pointed to the spare bed before going to grab a few supplies from the cupboards. Rosen was still laying on his bed, back to Long. He didn't move as they came in.

Long didn't try to speak to Rosen; going to the spare bed as instructed.

Zala soon came back and began to run some tests. Still, Rosen did not stir.

Long complied with all the tests. His body seemed to have recovered well from the withdrawal. But now his body seemed to be producing some other natural chemicals in overdose. There wasn't anything too dangerous about it by themselves, but the combination of the chemicals seemed to suggest that Long was under severe mental stress and depression. Perhaps his trauma had finally caught up with him.

Zala went over her findings before going back over to Long, "Would you like an antidepressant?" she asked simply.

Long glared a little at Zala. "No," he replied simply.

"Then I must insist you sleep in here," she stated simply, "Now let me see your hand."

"Why?" Long replied irritably to the first question as he held out his hand. It looked like he had punched something sharp.

Zara took a look at his hand before grabbing a medical kit, "I don't trust you not to do something extreme," she stated as she cleaned his wound.

Long had taken decent care of his hand already.

Zala did what she could on top of Long's work before looking at him, "What's troubling you so badly?" She asked calmly.

Long said nothing.

Zala shrugged after a moment, "Well, Rosen's depression levels are up too, keep each other in check," she stated as she turned to leave. Rosen still hadn't moved.