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[Hesam had been spending quite a lot of time at the clinic lately, cleaning, patching residents up, keeping busy, making sure patients stayed in their beds, reading up on medical procedures he could practice...

So after finally getting some time to himself he'd made his way back to his room and fell asleep reading a book. Which was fine. Until he woke up with a pounding headache and felt a little dehydrated. Sluggishly he tries to slide his book off his chest when--wait!]

What the--?!

[That book he'd been reading? Well, now it was a pile of sand on his chest. With a surprised sound, he scrambles to sit up straight. Looks like the castle is playing tricks on him again. After a tired and somewhat frustrated sigh, he gets up and heads to the door. But then the doorknob turns to dust the moment he touches it. And now that panic is setting back in]

Dammit! Stupid magic castle.

[Muttering under his breath in Farsi, he goes to collect a pen to start writing in the journal. Well, he tries to. But the pen turns into fine sand as well.]

Hey! Can uh, someone hear me? I think....something is wrong.



((ooc: Loss start!))