I woke with a start after having seen an entire village get massacred by Geto. I sat upright and dropped my head in my hands with a groan. It had been a few days since I'd disappeared, the principal lectured me for a long while and gave me even more cursed objects to work on, confining me to the dorm building for a week.

A soft knock on my door caused me to jump and tumble out of my bed. "Ow." I muttered under my breath and rubbed my head that had thunked against my nightstand in my tumble. "It's open!" I called to whoever was knocking.

"That's hardly safe." Geto's voice sounded with a clear frown in his voice as he opened the door and stepped into my room, pausing as he spotted me wiped out on the floor in my pajamas. "What are you doing down there?"

I looked up at Geto to see him holding a tray in his hands. He'd brought me breakfast? In my dream he didn't look too much older than now, maybe a year or two. It was hard to imagine Geto doing something so heinous. He was the kindest person I knew.

"Ryoko?" Geto looked concerned.

"...sorry..." I slowly picked myself up off the floor and turned to him. The tray in his hands had a steaming cup of tea and a plate with omurice. It looked delicious and perfectly executed. "Is that for me?" I asked in awe.

He offered me a warm smile, "you haven't been taking very good care of yourself." He set the tray down atop my desk before pulling my chair out for me and motioning for me to take a seat.

I hesitated as I saw an X shaped spray of blood across his chest. My eyes grew wide. There was so much blood.

"Ryoko?" Geto called to me softly.

"...I feel like I'm losing my mind..." I breathed.

"No offense but you do sort of look like it." He frowned. "Are you hearing things again?"

"It's more than that. I'm seeing things that haven't yet happened." I shook my head and the spray of blood was gone.

He looked at all the formerly cursed objects littered across my desk and lining my window sill. They were all harmless now. "Maybe you've been working too hard. Take a break from the cursed objects for a bit and take care of yourself." He motioned to the chair once more.

I slowly made my way toward him and took a seat.

His lips pulled into a gentle smile and he tousled my hair before going to sit on the edge of my bed. I hadn't seen Shoko in the past few days, she was upset with me for disappearing without telling her. I dug into the omurice and popped a bite in my mouth. It was delicious.

An involuntary 'yum' escaped me and I took another bite.

"Not too spicy?" Geto asked as I devoured the meal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had actual food. I'd been living off snacks for most of my confinement.

"I like spicy." I said between mouthfuls.

Geto chuckled, "well that's good."

After finishing my plate and drinking the tea, I felt exponentially better. I turned to Geto with a grin, "thank you for the meal."

He smiled, "you're welcome, you already look much better."

"I feel better." I assured him.

"Are you ready to tell me where you really disappeared to?" He pondered.

I shook my head.

He sighed. "Are you in danger?"

I pondered it. I should say yes, but the last time I'd seen Sukuna, it didn't feel like he had any intentions of harming me. "I don't think so."

"If that changes, will you tell me?" He asked.

"I don't know." I replied honestly.

He sighed. "We're all worried about you."

"That's not true." I wrapped my arms around myself. "Shoko's mad at me, Gojo thinks I'm useless, you're the only one worried because you're nice..." I thought of my dream. "Do you hate non-sorcerers?"

He looked at me curiously, "no, it's our job to protect them."

"What would make you want to kill them?" I asked.

His expression shifted to one of worry, "nothing, they're weak and need to be protected. It's our job as jujutsu sorcerers to protect them. Why are you asking these strange questions?"

I shook my head. I could still hear all the people he killed screaming in my head. "...it's nothing..."

"Why don't we go see the school physician?" He got to his feet and picked up my discarded robe. I had a feeling he was doing this rather than letting me change so I wouldn't leave his sight as if he were afraid I'd disappear again. I really wanted to.

I felt completely mental here. In Sukuna's domain I felt like I had some clarity and peace. "I feel fine."

Geto held my robe out for me to step into. "Then it should be a quick trip."

I reluctantly stuck my arms through the arm holes and allowed him to wrap me up and tie my robe securely around me. He offered me his arm, though I was sure it was so I wouldn't try to run and steered me toward the door waiting to let me step into my slippers.

I stepped into my warm slippers and let Geto lead me to the school physician's office. The school physician was an older woman with gray hair that she kept cut short. She had hazel eyes and smoked more than Shoko. Maybe it was a requirement for jujutsu sorcerers who could pull off healing techniques? An upperclassman was exiting her office as we were arriving. As he nodded to Geto I saw him get sliced open through the middle, all of his intestines spilling out at our feet. I took a step back to avoid getting hit by his spleen only to realize it hadn't happened, it was just another premonition but he didn't look any older than he was when it happened. He was wearing the exact same outfit too. Geto kept a firm hold on my arm and looked at me in concern.

The upperclassman looked confused. "You alright?"

"Come on, we're going to be late for our mission!" Another upperclassman yelled at the end of the hall. I turned and saw deep claw marks appear across his neck and up his face so deep they sliced clear through bone. His left eye was dangling from his socket and his tongue was flopping through the massive hole in his face.

"You should let someone else go." I shivered. "You're both going to die."

"Ryoko." Geto pulled me closer, pressing a hand to my forehead. "You're burning up."

The two upperclassmen stared at me in awe. "It's an easy mission, don't worry, kid." They tried to laugh but my words had unsettled them.

"Don't go!" I panicked as they turned to leave.

Geto pulled me toward the door.

"NO! You're going to die!" I screamed.

Geto pulled me into the school physician's office and closed the door behind us, "why would you say that to them?"

"...I saw it..." I choked. "They're going to die." Tears streamed down my cheeks, "stop them from going. Please."

"Ryoko, you're running a fever." Geto tried to calm me down.

"What's all the fuss about?" The school physician looked up from her desk with a frown.

"Geto! Stop them!" I cried.

He steered me over to the exam table before turning to the school physician, "she's delirious with fever and thinks she's seeing people's deaths."

The school physician reached for a small filing cabinet next to her desk and opened it. She flicked through the various folders before stopping on one and pulling it out, "Ryoko Fuko? Correct?"

Geto nodded and picked me up with ease, setting me atop the exam table.

"Alright, I'll bite. How are they going to die?" The older woman asked after closing my file and stretching to her feet before hobbling over to me.

I described in vivid detail what I'd seen. Geto grimaced and looked to the physician, "she has a fever."

The doctor retreated to her desk and went to get some older files. She returned and handed me a photograph. It was an old school photo, easily thirty years old. "How'd he die?"

I looked at the photograph and it shifted before me showing the man ripped apart, body parts strewn about and his leg in the mouth of a terrifying looking cursed spirit.

"Ripped apart by a cursed spirit...it ate his leg but left the rest of him." I murmured.

Her eyes widened. "And this one?" She handed me another picture.

I saw another vivid image, this one like a small movie playing out, "a cursed spirit dragged her underground and pulled her through a pipe that was too small for her to fit through."

Geto grimaced at this.

Her eyes grew even wider. "This one?" She handed me another.

"Still alive, but will die of a stroke." I felt like I was on fire.

Geto looked to the physician. "Well?"

"Just a fever." She laughed uneasily before taking all the pictures back and tucking them away before returning with a packet of fever reducing medicine. "See that she takes this and gets some rest." She handed Geto the medicine before ushering us out of her office. I saw her hurriedly reach for her phone as the door was closing behind us.

"Am I going crazy?" I asked Geto shakily.

"I think you're just under a lot of stress." He wrapped an arm around me and steered me back to our dorm building.