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

[awokentospring]

Lee had to hand it to Mike; having several well-developed characters to make a convincing genjutsu was possible, but typically only a few ever seemed fully fleshed out. Lee didn't know anyone beyond his nurse and Mike, but that would soon be put to the test. The shinobi wasn't willing to let his theory drop too quickly, but it was losing it's power.

"I will concede to your point about the detail." Lee took a bite of waffle and couldn't deny the perfectly cooked texture or the sugary sweetness of the syrup. "But if I am not under a genjutsu, then that means I must leave here as soon as I am able. Remaining idle is not an option."

[hiddenbadass]

Mike shook his head. How to explain it to the kid? Trying to escape was just going to waste his time.

"Wish it were that simple, kid. We're stuck here. You can try runnin' 'way from the Institute, but you always wind up back in your bed in the mornin'. Did it myself. Didn't work."

It was good to have Lee's optimism, but he needed a dose of reality to go with it. Quickly, if possible. That enthusiasm needed to be redirected to better uses, like keeping alive and saving others.

[awokentospring]

"That seems highly unlikely... How can you run away and wake up back here unless you were caught?" It didn't make sense! People could not easily be summoned from one place to another.

Except that had just happened to Lee, pulling him from the war into this institute place. But that was just a detail. Lee would figure things out as things went along, but he would escape first.

"I would like to believe you, Mike-san," Lee said at last, stuffing down another bite of waffle, "but I will need to test things for myself! If I manage to escape, you will certainly be on my mind and I will rush back here to help you all as soon as the war back home has been completed!"