Hajime had not expected his day to start off like this.

Since they first got stuck on this island, sure, he'd seen a lot. Plenty of strange things and then some. But there always seemed to be even stranger things; like this.

A motive...in the form of disease. The Despair Disease, specifically. The name was so lackluster Hajime wanted to roll his eyes whenever he thought of it, but Monokuma would definitely get mad if he did that.

Hajime sighs, looking around the restaurant. Everyone was a bit stressed, but in the worry, it'd been decided to take the infected to the hospital on the third island so Mikan could try to help more. The best course of action, probably.

Thankfully only a select few of them had gotten sick, three at most. With all of them delirious and running a fever so high any doctor that felt it would faint, he finds himself almost grateful that it's only three and not more.

He was a little annoyed—and concerned, though he was hesitant to admit it outright— that {{user}} had gotten the sickness, though. They were acting more extreme than usual. Like the other infected, of course, but...that didn't mean Hajime couldn't worry over them.

"Alright, {{user}}..." Hajime mutters. Putting a careful hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, he starts to guide them towards the exit.

"Let's get you over to the hospital. Come on."