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DAY 65: Breakfast
Scar came to slowly, vision blurred and head throbbing. His memory of the previous night was vague and somewhat scattered. What he was most aware of was his renewed and increased hatred for the man called Lingormr. The Ishbalan didn't give a damn if he had been a special counseling patient. That bastard had enjoyed every second of tearing Scar to shreds. What he may or may not have realized was how much it had affected Scar emotionally. He had felt a renewed sense of drive at the start of the night; the disruption on the intercom and the news of the 'cure' had rekindled a fire that fueled Scar to drive forward. To have a little hope.
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
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"Thanks," Sora said with a small smile, though once again it wasn't at its usual level of brightness. At least Tsurugi wouldn't realize that. If Kairi had seen him like this, then she definitely would have called him on it.
Why had his friends had to disappear right as this all happened, anyway? It was almost as if Landel had planned it that way.
It seemed like their conversation was going to end there, but then one more thing occurred to Sora. "Oh, by the way! I don't know if you've met your roommate yet, but you probably haven't had a good chance to talk to him." If Tsurugi had seen anyone in his room this morning, chances were they'd only chatted for a minute or two before the nurses had shown up.
"At dinner tonight, you should make sure he isn't sick, just in case something happens. We don't know when the change might happen, after all." Sora felt bad for putting such a terrible idea into the head of someone so young, but Landel's had required him to be on his toes and so he couldn't just ignore it. It was better if Tsurugi was prepared, right?
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Of course, there was no reason to tell Sora that. Whatever he ended up doing, he'd simply do it. It was the end result that mattered; whether anyone knew of his intentions didn't concern him.
The talk of a roommate distracted him from his thoughts. He hadn't noticed anyone else in the room, either at night or in the morning, but if they all had one, he'd have to meet them eventually. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of sharing a room, but he didn't intend on hanging out in there for very long anyway.
He frowned slightly, at the the talk of checking if they were sick, but ultimately, he wasn't bothered by it; it was only practical. If someone did change in front of him, there was no telling what would happen.
"I'll keep an eye on them. Especially if they are sick," Kyousuke affirmed. He wasn't naive; he knew there was a good chance if someone became a monster, they could hurt someone, or the other way around. Nobody would choose this willingly, so he couldn't let either happen. It wasn't as if it affected him much, but it was the right thing to do.
... That went for Sora, too, he supposed. He wondered if there was a subtle way of asking where to look... Probably not. If it would be obvious no matter how he did it, then he'd just have to take an obvious approach.
"Where are you, by the way? I'll probably want to avoid that area just in case," he said plainly. It was a cruel thing to say, and actually just the opposite of his intentions, but it was for the best. ... It wasn't like they had any particular bond, so if Sora thought badly of him for it, it didn't matter. And it was easier to keep watch over someone if they didn't know about it.
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As for the question asked, Sora didn't take any offense to it. He knew that right now, he was a possible danger, and he was already worried on Link's behalf. His roommate had been warned and now he was armed so he'd probably be able to defend himself, but just the thought was enough to make his stomach cramps worse.
"My room number is M7," Sora said after a pause. "I don't know where all of the other sick patients' rooms are, though. You should watch your back no matter where you are." More and more people were probably going to start changing as the nights went by, which could turn the institute into even more of a madhouse.
Sora really hoped they solved this before that happened.
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"... Worry about yourself," he muttered, the words coming out cold. He stabbed at the remainder of his food with a little more force than was necessary, continuing to eat without another word. He wasn't even sure why, but suddenly he just felt strangely on edge.
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"I'll do my best," he agreed with a nod, and it was around that point that the intercom went off, explaining that the patients would be split by age for the next activity.
"Oh, I guess we ran out of time." Sora hoped that he hadn't distracted Tsurugi from eating his breakfast, especially since the new arrivals needed to stay energized. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, as the stomach cramps were still in full force. "Good luck adjusting to all of this," he said as they parted ways.