Day 64: Waiting Room/Lobby 2 (Third Shift)

[somesoulsearching]

Though Brook had been led the way towards the waiting rooms before, he hadn't been expecting to have another visit so soon. Not everyone seemed to get one after all, and with how upset Yorki's grandson had seemed to be after their last meeting, he'd thought the young man wouldn't have wanted anything more to do with him. Despite all that, he did think seeing Yohan again might be a nice change of pace. He liked making new friends even in places like this.

After entering the room, he looked around for anyone familiar before taking a seat to himself. Like last time he was ready to see what would come but wouldn't be so jumpy as to think his visitor was a ghost. That had been a shock before! But he should have known better. No ghost would have been floating around during the day time.

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[thecamellia]

When her nurse retrieved her at the end of brunch and said she had a visitor, Tsubaki suspected the worst.

At best, the person waiting for her was her--Miyu’s--parents. She had gotten almost comfortable with their visits, and seeing them again wasn’t totally unwanted. They were a piece of home. Something that, in a way, belonged to her and only her and didn’t have to be shared amongst the other prisoners. If her visitor happened to be someone else, though, another person from her life going by a different name like Black☆Star or Maka or Soul… honestly, Tsubaki didn’t know what she would do if she saw them in that sterile waiting room. Their presence would be manageable, however. She thought she could handle such a situation, even if she couldn’t completely fathom it.

But if her visitor was who she thought it was… if it was her brother, following through on Thursday’s letter….

How could she possibly deal with that? How did someone sit down with a ghost from their past and pretend that all was well?

They were the sort of questions that had been plaguing her ever since she’d considered the possibility that Masamune could one day become one of her visitors, and especially since her parents had revealed that a version of him was still alive and well. Now they seemed to be in her throat, clogging her every breath. What if? What if it was him? Finally, after all this time, would she have to face him? A flesh-and-blood figure wearing her brother’s face? And how would he be? What would he do?

What would she do?

Every step closer to the waiting room made her thoughts beat all the more frantically against the inside of her skull. It was all she could do to cling to the remnants of Masamune’s presence inside her, where she knew he must be. But it was harder to take comfort in the demon blade when so many areas of her soul felt out of reach thanks to Landel’s meddling. His reality--the one he had made for her as Miyu--almost felt more tangible than her own when she was so far from home and on a collision course with one of her loved ones. Or at least a version of one of her loved ones.

Still, a version of Masamune that was alive and a part of her family was more than she could dream of. She knew she was on unsteady ground when she found herself wishing that his survival could’ve been the case in her world.

I don’t think I’m ready for this. She wouldn’t ever be ready.

[damned_visitors]

As much as he hated to think of Florian stuck here, Barry knew he needed to pay him a visit sooner or later. That was what friends did for each other! Besides, laughter was definitely the best medicine, and Barry was happy to say he was more than qualified to administer that brand of treatment.

Even if hospitals scared him silly sometimes.

Scratching the side of his abnormally long nose, he surveyed the room like a captain ready to conquer uncharted waters before catching sight of a familiar face.

Adjusting the backpack hanging from his left shoulder, Barry rushed forward to meet the man he'd come to see, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Hey!"