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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[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow's brow furrowed as he took in Scar's words, trying to process what he was being told through the hazy fog that had settled between his ears. Until that point, he'd been so sure Sangamon was right, that he'd be fine if he simply gave his body time to right itself. After all, it had done so when the Burning Man got a hold of his arm, and again when the birds outside had cut him. The human body was a marvelous thing, something simultaneously fragile and sturdy: though he couldn't handle being torn apart like his straw body had, it could repair itself when damaged. He'd seen that with his own two eyes, and therefore had no reason not to believe what Sangamon had told him.

Still, he had to admit that what Scar was saying had been a concern on his mind, that what Wizard Landel had said on the intercom was true and that people really were becoming monsters and turning on their friends. He shook his head, a streak of defiance rising in him, pushing through the sickness that held the rest of him prisoner.

"I think he knows what he's talking about, Scar," he insisted, not knowing the truth. "And besides that, this body has recovered from worse than this. I'm going to be fine. You'll see."

[longlivetheking]

Oh, and Scar didn't know? Nonetheless, his warnings were easily waved off with feeble excuses. This insolent fool, how dare he not listen when the former lion had gone out of his way to offer a genuine warning?!

"Well, if you insist on being an idiot, who am I to stop you?" he said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. A shrug. "Yes, you just wait for the situation to fix itself. I'm sure your future victims wouldn't mind being shred to pieces because of your ignorance."

As long as that was not going to be him, Scar could not care any less. All the more reason to find a meat shield and leave the patient blocks as early as possible tonight, it would seem. For all he knew, the Scarecrow wasn't the only deadly combination of 'infected' and 'dimwitted'.

The king's annoyance made place for an air of indifference. "Just don't say I didn't warn you..."