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damned_institute2012-07-20 09:21 pm
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Day 65: Courtyard
It had taken some doing, convincing his nurse to let him go for a walk instead of heading for the cafeteria, but Brook had always been quite persuasive when he put his mind to it. He hadn't felt much like eating after awakening and, thinking a nice walk in the morning air might do his aches some good, he'd sweet talked (or maybe just annoyed) his nurse enough to have been allowed to skip breakfast. So long as he took a coat and some supervision, that was.
He shook off the initial chills the cold air caused before giving the watching orderlies a wave and heading off. He didn't often want time to himself, but every now and then such a thing was good for a person. Avoiding problems only made them worse after all, and he really did need some time to think. If he'd gone to the cafeteria, he'd have wanted to talk with someone and that, while always a good thing, wouldn't have let him think at all! Besides, he needed to start feeling better some time. Cold air was good for fevers. Or was it warm? He'd been a skeleton for so long that he couldn't remember. He'd figure it out soon enough.
In the meantime, he enjoyed his stroll with a hum on his lips and no worries of being attacked.
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He shook off the initial chills the cold air caused before giving the watching orderlies a wave and heading off. He didn't often want time to himself, but every now and then such a thing was good for a person. Avoiding problems only made them worse after all, and he really did need some time to think. If he'd gone to the cafeteria, he'd have wanted to talk with someone and that, while always a good thing, wouldn't have let him think at all! Besides, he needed to start feeling better some time. Cold air was good for fevers. Or was it warm? He'd been a skeleton for so long that he couldn't remember. He'd figure it out soon enough.
In the meantime, he enjoyed his stroll with a hum on his lips and no worries of being attacked.
[Free to anyone with a hall pass]