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damned_institute2012-07-28 09:43 am
redcladidealist) wrote in damned_institute2012-07-28 09:43 am
Day 65: 3rd Shift: Courtyard
[From here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
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"Hey," he said, and unlike usual, the word hung in the air for a few moments as he tried to find an appropriate way to get this conversation going. Admittedly, this was even harder than that one breakfast where he'd found out that Mike was actually a giant, humanoid turtle. At least then, his anger and worry had given him enough fuel to overcome his brain-to-mouth filter. This time, all he could feel was this sort of sluggish reluctance to talk.
Because really, what more could he say other than "We failed"?
"I haven't...heard anything yet from her." Okay, and there was that too.
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Because that was all they could do. They couldn't do anything for her now, unless they wanted to risk being drugged by the orderlies. All they could do was wait for night. At least for this shift, they could wait together.
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He sat down on a nearby bench and pulled out his chicken sandwich. Rather than dig in automatically, though, the teen regarded it pensively for a few seconds. "By the way, ya don't happen to know anything about bird anatomy, do ya? I carved a chicken once, but y'know, that's not really what I'm gonna be doin' here."