Waking up here for the first time had been disorienting. Each subsequent morning had been just as bad, if not worse. But this time... this time couldn't even really be considered waking up. There was no in-between darkness, no peace, and no being jolted awake. One moment, Skulduggery was back in that library-turned-Sanctuary his subconscious had created for him with Valkyrie and his family; the next, he was back on the same bed, blinking up at the same whitewashed ceiling as the static of the intercom announcement was fading away.
To say that he wasn't in a good mood when his nurse came to get him would have been a bit of an understatement.
They were just hallucinations; they should have been easy to shake off. Keeping anger at bay was too important to let something so minor bother him so much. Maybe Skulduggery's lack of food and sleep was finally starting to catch up with him; he felt weak with hunger, and his eyes were much too heavy. Another headache was pounding away at his skull. It was all Skulduggery could do to make sure Rita hadn't been 'discharged' from his nurse, and leave a note for the teenager on the way to the cafeteria.
His theory from last night, it seemed, was also correct. It had happened to Sora, according to the bulletin. Skulduggery took another moment to make sure the boy was alright for the time being, and didn't so much as argue when a plate of pigs in blankets was presented to him minutes later.
Skulduggery had no way of knowing, but as he took a seat by himself and watched everyone else, his face was showing a hint of rare emotion. It was a mixture between longing and melancholy, though it was briefly replaced by the usual blank expression as he looked down at the food.
Skulduggery's stomach was doing a funny sort of somersault as he remembered the fingernail from the day before. It didn't matter how hungry he was; the detective couldn't bring himself to try eating again.
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To say that he wasn't in a good mood when his nurse came to get him would have been a bit of an understatement.
They were just hallucinations; they should have been easy to shake off. Keeping anger at bay was too important to let something so minor bother him so much. Maybe Skulduggery's lack of food and sleep was finally starting to catch up with him; he felt weak with hunger, and his eyes were much too heavy. Another headache was pounding away at his skull. It was all Skulduggery could do to make sure Rita hadn't been 'discharged' from his nurse, and leave a note for the teenager on the way to the cafeteria.
His theory from last night, it seemed, was also correct. It had happened to Sora, according to the bulletin. Skulduggery took another moment to make sure the boy was alright for the time being, and didn't so much as argue when a plate of pigs in blankets was presented to him minutes later.
Skulduggery had no way of knowing, but as he took a seat by himself and watched everyone else, his face was showing a hint of rare emotion. It was a mixture between longing and melancholy, though it was briefly replaced by the usual blank expression as he looked down at the food.
Skulduggery's stomach was doing a funny sort of somersault as he remembered the fingernail from the day before. It didn't matter how hungry he was; the detective couldn't bring himself to try eating again.
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