DAY 65: Breakfast

[envy_the_sinners]

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!]

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[his_legacy]

Waking up in his room was disorienting for Link, to say the least. He had been knocked out before and awoken somewhere strange, yes. But this was a slightly different feeling. It wasn't natural. Glancing over at Sora's empty bed, the Hylian sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was very wary of the nurse now escorting him to an eating area of some sort, which was already filled with people.

The mood was miserable, to say the very least. Taking note of his surroundings, he recognized a few people, including the man who had burst into the X-Ray room the previous night. His companion was in some kind of metal chair on wheels, perhaps to aide him in moving with his injuries.

Why would a place that didn't seem to care about its patients take such good care of them during the day?

Link decided he would be best off approaching someone he had yet to meet. He set his tray down across from a man who seemed to be in okay shape. His clothing could be hiding wounds, though.

"May I sit here?"

[unpriest]

An air of misery hung over the cafeteria like a thick and unpleasant fog, but with sick patients in wheelchairs its source was hardly difficult to point out. Surely, many people had gone to the medical wing to pursue the head doctor's hint, but Seishin had to wonder how successful they were in the end.

His thoughts were interrupted by a young man placing a tray across from him. He glanced up in surprise, blinking, before nodding.

"That would be fine," Seishin answered politely.

[his_legacy]

Link gave the older man a polite smile, taking the seat across from him.

"My name is Link." He hesitated a moment. "I'm... new. I was here last night, but today is my first day." The first step to cracking this place was to gather as much information as he could. He would solve it like any other puzzle. The only real difference, really, was that he wasn't alone. There was a lot of other people here.

That was testament to how truly difficult defeating their captors may be. He set aside his discreet look-around of the food area to pay attention to Seishin.

[unpriest]

"It's nice to meet you Link-san," he answered, offering a polite bow of his head, "I'm Muroi Seishin."

So this young man was new here, wasn't he? Seishin recalled Landel-san mentioning new patients over the intercom message. He had to wonder how many people would end up dragged from their daily lives into this prison. He managed to keep the frown from his features.

"Has someone already told you about this place?" Chances were that Link-san had already met someone during his first night.

[his_legacy]

Link found himself sitting up a bit straighter. Muroi Seishin seemed like a very polite and proper fellow.

"I met a boy named Sora last night, and he explained the... general idea to me. We were taken here against our will, and it's a hospital run by a power hungry madmen. The people who work here tell us we're crazy, and there is danger at night." That was the heads and tails of it, from what Link had been able to gather.

"And all of our things have been taken from us... You don't know where they keep them, do you? Does anyone?" He looked up to Seishin hopefully. If only he could find his sword. It would be awful to lose his bow; it was a priceless treasure to the Gorons. But the Master Sword... He was still kicking himself. That was irreplaceable.

[unpriest]

Sora-kun, was it? Seishin had noticed the messages upon the bulletin board the past few days, so at least the boy was still around. Or, alright as he could be -- judging from the bulletin posts, Sora-kun was also suffering from illness. It still disturbed the former priest that someone so young was imprisoned here, even though he knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

"My apologies, but I'm afraid I don't know where they would keep your items. I have not yet heard anyone mention speak of it either," Seishin answered apologetically, "But, what you've heard is indeed the general idea." It was fortunate that Link-san had met someone last night.

[his_legacy]

Muroi didn't know, either. Link frowned. Tonight, he would have to set off on his own accord and begin to scout the hospital for some sort of clue. Undeterred, the Hylian looked back up to his new acquaintance.

"Is there a way to contact many people at once, here? To get a message across?" With all the people that were filing into the large room, there must be someone who had an inkling of information, right? Sora said that many people ventured out at night, with various goals. He couldn't be the only one who had lost something important.

And if he wanted to break out of this place and get home, Link would need his weapons to have a hope of doing so.

[unpriest]

"There is a bulletin board in the sun room that you can use to post messages. It's in the lounge you've walked through on your way here," Seishin explained, "It's useful, but the staff will be able to read your messages as well, so you should exercise a little caution."

Indeed, the bulletin board would be a good place to start if you were searching for something. Seishin didn't know what sort of items Link-san had before arriving here, but they must have been important.

[his_legacy]

"Bulletin board... Thank you." Link looked back into the Sun Room, as he now knew it was called. He would have to be careful about what he said, then. But Link wasn't overly worried. They already put the patients in mortal danger nightly. What was the worst that could happen?

Though, in his experience, the worst always did manage to get worse.