Day 65: Sun Room

[fallenbeanpole]

His nurse had whisked him away from breakfast as soon as the intercom’s voice faded.  Surprisingly, she didn’t take him to the shower rooms, instead bringing him to the Sun Room (as she called it), explaining that since this was his first day he would be allowed to skip the showers.  Besides, it would be good to let his injuries heal a little more.

 

He’d passed through this room on the way to breakfast, but hadn’t really paid much attention to it the first time.  Now that he was standing here, the Once-ler understood why it was called the Sun Room.

 

Despite the fact that it was cloudy outside, there was still far more natural light coming in through the ceiling windows than he had seen in a long time.  The Once-ler stood still for a few moments, simply staring up.  It seemed almost like a dream, really.  The valley never got brighter than twilight, even at noon.  There was too much smog in the air to let any more light through.

 

After a few minutes, he shook his head.  Anybody who saw him just standing in the middle of the room would probably have questions about it, and he did not relish the thought of explaining himself to a stranger.  He glanced around the room itself, spotting the bulletin board Soma had talked about during breakfast.  The Once-ler decided that was a good place to start, and hobbled on over to get a closer look.

 

[For Nina, I believe?]

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar watched Frank as he coughed painfully- the faintest touch of pity mixing with his anger and frustration. He didn't deserve this- not only the sickness, but the impending doom that came with it. The Ishbalan grit his teeth as he kept his narrowed eyes on Frank.

"You should drink water. It will help," Scar added somewhat offhandedly.

He was quiet as he took in Frank's words. He knew that they were true, that nobody could last long completely alone. Even Scar, who practically prided himself in living without the need of others, had found himself in need of help. He would have died in the sewers if Rick and Leo had not found him. He would never have learned to forgive his own brother if it had not been for the Elric brothers. And Alphonse would have died in the desert without Lust's knowledge.

"I know," was all Scar said. There was an uncomfortable twisting in his stomach, now, that only added to the nausea. He was quiet. For how long, he couldn't be sure. "It's... difficult."

[scarefaux]

"Why, anything worth doing is, isn't it?" he returned simply, getting unsteadily to his feet. Sangamon had suggested he drink something, too. Surely that was the way to get better, the Scarecrow reasoned. He refused to keep feeling so bad and do something about it. After all, that was the point he was trying to get across, wasn't it?

"You'll have to pardon me, Scar," he said, giving his friend an encouraging smile. "I'm going to see if the nurse will get me that drink. I've got to get better if I'm going to be of any use to night."

And with a polite nod, he was gone.