The transition between night and day was a little less jarring than before, but that was mostly because Barnaby hadn't been entirely aware of what was going on before blacking out altogether. He was alive, though, which wasn't something he took for granted.
But he also felt like he'd been hit by a truck, which was something he could have done without.
Despite how hazy his memories of last night were, Barnaby could piece together enough to deduce what had happened. Deep gashes to both of his legs, relying on his Hundred Power to avoid anymore injuries, his body paying the price later -- he ran through the images in his mind, recalling Kotetsu's urgent care, the strange clue in the X-Ray room, and the group that had approached them to examine him.
If he'd been in his right mind, Barnaby would have turned them down immediately. But time hadn't been on their side, and Barnaby hadn't wanted to deprive himself of more information just because he'd been foolish enough to take some debilitating injuries.
Now he knew there was something terribly wrong with him, he grimly realized. And so did some of the other patients here.
To add insult to injury, he was unable to walk himself to the cafeteria for breakfast. Although his wounds were properly dressed and stitched, he wasn't in any shape to stand on his own two feet, and Barnaby knew it.
Unbelievable.
He wanted nothing more than to retreat under his blankets and spend the day under them, especially when he considered the prospect of being paraded around the institute in a wheelchair. As far as he was concerned, he may as well have been wearing a neon sign that said, "I'm injured, please come after me!" When he considered what some of the other patients knew about him, his situation made him all the more nervous.
But, all things considered, he did a remarkable job of maintaining his cool as the nurse transferred him to his wheelchair, brought him to the cafeteria, and assembled a breakfast tray for him. Barnaby wasn't sure whether he possessed that much self-control, even in the face of a frightening and humiliating day, or if he was just too tired and in too much pain to put up resistance.
Regardless, he needed to conserve his strength for when he could put it to better use. There wasn't much he could do with the staff swarming them, and so Barnaby made sure he was situated in the corner of the cafeteria, away from the bulk of the other patients. With all of that taken care of, he stared down at his food with an empty expression, hoping that the nurse didn't decide to assign him a "friend" for the first shift of the day, and that Kotetsu found him first.
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But he also felt like he'd been hit by a truck, which was something he could have done without.
Despite how hazy his memories of last night were, Barnaby could piece together enough to deduce what had happened. Deep gashes to both of his legs, relying on his Hundred Power to avoid anymore injuries, his body paying the price later -- he ran through the images in his mind, recalling Kotetsu's urgent care, the strange clue in the X-Ray room, and the group that had approached them to examine him.
If he'd been in his right mind, Barnaby would have turned them down immediately. But time hadn't been on their side, and Barnaby hadn't wanted to deprive himself of more information just because he'd been foolish enough to take some debilitating injuries.
Now he knew there was something terribly wrong with him, he grimly realized. And so did some of the other patients here.
To add insult to injury, he was unable to walk himself to the cafeteria for breakfast. Although his wounds were properly dressed and stitched, he wasn't in any shape to stand on his own two feet, and Barnaby knew it.
Unbelievable.
He wanted nothing more than to retreat under his blankets and spend the day under them, especially when he considered the prospect of being paraded around the institute in a wheelchair. As far as he was concerned, he may as well have been wearing a neon sign that said, "I'm injured, please come after me!" When he considered what some of the other patients knew about him, his situation made him all the more nervous.
But, all things considered, he did a remarkable job of maintaining his cool as the nurse transferred him to his wheelchair, brought him to the cafeteria, and assembled a breakfast tray for him. Barnaby wasn't sure whether he possessed that much self-control, even in the face of a frightening and humiliating day, or if he was just too tired and in too much pain to put up resistance.
Regardless, he needed to conserve his strength for when he could put it to better use. There wasn't much he could do with the staff swarming them, and so Barnaby made sure he was situated in the corner of the cafeteria, away from the bulk of the other patients. With all of that taken care of, he stared down at his food with an empty expression, hoping that the nurse didn't decide to assign him a "friend" for the first shift of the day, and that Kotetsu found him first.
[For Tiger.]