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!]

Comments

[lighthearted]

Tsurugi took the information without much of a reaction, which Sora was glad for. Actually, it seemed like the boy, despite being new and pretty young, was taking this all in stride. Maybe he was used to this sort of thing? Or maybe he just didn't like showing his true feelings. There wouldn't be the time to figure it out right now, unfortunately, since it looked like the shift was coming to an end.

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.

[knightspirit]

That went over easily enough, and Sora didn't seem to think anything of the fact that Kyousuke would only look after himself while avoiding involvement (or so he was pretending). He had to pause when he heard it, though; it was hard to believe anyone would actually tell someone to look after themselves after being told they were probably a danger to be around. ... He didn't know what to make of that.

"... 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.

[lighthearted]

While Tsurugi's tone was a bit cutting, Sora figured the other boy was just annoyed that he wasn't putting more thought into his own situation, which was pretty dire. Still, Sora couldn't only think about himself, since anyone who might get in his path if he turned was involved too. While they were dark thoughts, they also happened to be necessary.

"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.