Dayshift 62: Sun Room [Third Shift]

[avengingfists]

Last night had been a nightmare. That had to be what it was, but Ilia couldn't deny reality. In her anguish, Ilia had slept through the first half of the day plagued by nightmares. In her dreams she saw Rose's broken body all over again with Gamzee standing over her, his club raised to strike again. Somewhere, she could hear Martin Landel laughing.

Much like the battle last night, Ilia was overcome by her powerlessness. Was she really so useless? Why did it have to be the children who suffered pain and death? Why was she left alive here? She didn't wish for her own death, but if she could have given up her life to save Rose... But nothing could be done now

Ilia had failed to save an ally in need. If only her Captain could have been here, then just maybe his uncanny luck and drive might have saved them. He had a miraculous touch that could solve anything. Ilia now understood why she would never be on equal footing with him.

Miserably, Ilia roused herself at her nurse's insistence that she come eat. She didn't take a moment to brush her hair or wash her face. She just followed along as directed, trying to ignore the hallow feeling in her chest. Ilia wasn't hungry, but she took one of the bags offered to her and trudged to the bulletin. She addressed a few notes then added one herself. It wasn't the prettiest note, but Ilia couldn't produce the level of prose that Rose deserved. Instead, she wrote it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. Short. To the point.

Her task done, Ilia found seat in the corner and sunk down into the cushion. Burying her face in her hands, she concentrated on breathing. She couldn't face the sun today.

[For her children Claude and Anise]

Comments

[somesoulsearching]

"Hmmm..." Brook tried to make a mental image of what he was being told, but eventually gave up for the headache he had, "It sounds like fun. I've never been one for sports though, but I do enjoy games from time to time!"

Party games were wonderful with friends, though could get a bit out of hand if there was too much beer involved. Pin the tail on the sea king had always seemed to go awry at some point or another.

[tasteoftruth]

Definitely had to be from some backwater time period if he couldn't even get his head around football. Badd didn't begrudge it to him, though, man couldn't help where he was from. "Half the fun's just watching it, though," he said. His scowl was beginning to loosen.

"You get some beer, you get some snacks, you sit around with your friends, and you watch muscle-bound guys in armor chase a little leather-covered ball around like it's the most important thing they'll ever see in their lives. It's just a reason to hang out, is all."