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damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
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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Those were the last words Byrne heard his partner say to him before everything ended, and a new day began, just like every other morning in this damn place. Highly disappointing, for sure; he barely had any time to search the ridge, even. There might have been something there. Something useful! And all he'd been able to find was trash.
Maybe Badd found more than him in that mine? Then again, it seemed like there had barely been a minute between what he'd last heard from Badd and when everything went black. Ahh, well. Byrne rose from bed feeling some cramping in his abdomen (oh, great, what new pains is this sickness going to give me today?) and followed the nurse to breakfast, as always. Guess the quarry wasn't far enough to escape Landel's uhh, what would one call it? Grasp? Barriers? Magical retrieving powers? Something like that. However he did it, it obviously reached as far as the quarry, ergo he and Badd needed to go farther from the Institute on their next attempt.
Almost completely lost in thought, Byrne collected his breakfast and then scanned the cafeteria for Badd; the two of them could discuss last night's events in detail now, maybe contemplate trying again tonight. But, huh. Where was he? He couldn't see him anywhere. Then again, it wasn't like Byrne was the last one here. The old detective probably hadn't shown up yet, that's all.
He seated himself alone and began to eat despite the sudden cramps he was having, confident that he'd be speaking with his partner sometime later.
[Very delayed closed post.]