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damned_institute2012-09-11 12:49 pm
nobleman) wrote in damned_institute2012-09-11 12:49 pm
Day 66: Breakfast
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.]
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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It did sound a little out of this world, because he'd never thought of a simple game as being something so serious. But it clearly meant a lot to Tsurugi, judging from the passion that appeared in his eyes when he talked about it. That was the sort of thing Sora always noticed, and he had to smile in spite of himself.
"It's good, to fight for what you believe in and what you care about. With friends at your side and the right attitude, anything's possible." And Sora believed those words, to the point that he had to apply them to his current situation. Somehow, someway, he would beat this illness. With all the people willing to help him, how couldn't he?
Sora couldn't say anything more, though, seeing how a pair of nurses dropped by to collect them. So he'd somehow survived the first shift of the day. Hopefully they would get easier as he went along. He stood from his seat and ignored the stabbing pain that went through his stomach as a result. "Thanks again, Tsurugi," he said to the other patient. "For everything."