Day 66: Breakfast

[nobleman]

What Guy had seen on that scan resulted in some mixed feelings. While he had expected to find something in Claude, seeing how he was sick, it hadn't been quite the same as what they'd seen when they had scanned that other ill patient two nights ago. What did that mean? It was possible that the shape of it just looked different because of where it was in Claude's stomach, but Guy couldn't help but feel that there was a deeper meaning to it.

Yet another thing that he didn't understand, then. With a sigh, he got himself up out of bed and went searching immediately for the single leaf that he'd taken from the X-ray room last night. It was stored carefully in his possessions box, which meant that he didn't have to worry too much about that.

While he wanted to quickly sketch the leaf's general shape to post on the bulletin, Guy wasn't given that chance, as his nurse showed up before he could even grab for his journal. He had to relent and let her lead him to the cafeteria for breakfast. While Guy considered stopping by the bulletin to leave a note, that could wait until after he ate. He suspected that Anise or Luke would try to find him as soon as possible to tell him about their findings, so leaving a note for them would be redundant.

He did need to ask about the clue from last night and see if anyone else had further insight on it, but that might be something Claude wanted to do, seeing how he had a better idea of who that baptist was and what it all might signify.

After collecting a small amount of food onto a plate, Guy took a seat near the cafeteria's entrance, keeping an eye out for any of his friends so he could flag them down as they walked in.

[For Anise and Claude.]

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[skeletonenigma]

"Yes." There was still a modicum of surprise in his tone, but Skulduggery was already trying a sip of water now. It was harder than swallowing food - mostly because he'd worked out a pattern of biting and chewing beforehand - but at least now he knew how to avoid that painful coughing fit from before. Skulduggery had also forgotten just how bland and tasteless the clear liquid was, and that didn't help.

He did notice how the water almost instantly began soothing the inside of his throat, though. Almost like one of Professor Grouse's healing touches, when the sorcerer felt like admitting to Skulduggery that reducing his pain was possible. The detective had no idea how parched he'd been until that moment; but then, he hadn't had a single sip for two days now. It was another thing he really should have realized, but at least he was making progress.

He swallowed down another small sip, fervently hoping that anything unexpected in the food was a thing of the past. "Thank you."

[impudentsongbird]

It wasn't until Skulduggery reached for his glass that Gabe realised that if the man hadn't been able to swallow, he might not have been drinking. The Archangel had seen dehydrated people before--when better to guard someone than when they're alone, in danger, needing guidance to a rescue team?--so even though he had no first-hand experience, he did know that drinking too fast was a bad idea.

So he kept a close eye on the man, worried for a moment, and then relaxed when it became clear Skulduggery wasn't about to start gulping the water down uncontrollably.

"You're quite welcome," Gabe said cheerfully. "Just don't drink too fast, okay? If you haven't been able to take much water it's not going to be good for you to have too much all at once.