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damned_institute2012-09-20 11:48 am
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2012-09-20 11:48 am
Day 66: Sun Room (Third Shift)
When the shift changed, Gabriel didn't hesitate to take his leave, and Castiel couldn't blame him for that. He likely had other people he wanted to talk to, and as a newer patient, he might even be curious about some of the other areas. Castiel had seen it all multiple times by now, so when his nurse asked him if he wanted to move elsewhere, he declined.
It seemed better to remain in one spot for as long as he could and stay still so that his body wasn't pushed past its limits. His nurse couldn't argue with that, so instead she went to go get him some more painkillers, which he swallowed down instantly.
Relying on human drugs... It seemed ridiculous, though Dean had once given him a whole bottle to take. He wouldn't mind doing so again, but with the way his body was right now, that likely wasn't a good idea. So he'd just have to go along with what the nurses allowed him.
"Though Michael, you should really try to eat," his nurse insisted as she set a brown bag into his lap. "I know you're hurting a lot right now, but you'll feel better if you can get some food down."
Maybe she was right, but when Castiel stared at the bag, it seemed like a trial to even open it. Maybe if he just drank something... Slowly, he lifted his hand to push the bag open and reached inside to see what was there.
"There we go," the nurse encouraged him with a smile. "I'll be close-by in case you need anything."
At that point, she walked off, and he was left alone again. Maybe after he drank something, he could even see about getting some rest. Humans could sleep sitting up, couldn't they?
It seemed better to remain in one spot for as long as he could and stay still so that his body wasn't pushed past its limits. His nurse couldn't argue with that, so instead she went to go get him some more painkillers, which he swallowed down instantly.
Relying on human drugs... It seemed ridiculous, though Dean had once given him a whole bottle to take. He wouldn't mind doing so again, but with the way his body was right now, that likely wasn't a good idea. So he'd just have to go along with what the nurses allowed him.
"Though Michael, you should really try to eat," his nurse insisted as she set a brown bag into his lap. "I know you're hurting a lot right now, but you'll feel better if you can get some food down."
Maybe she was right, but when Castiel stared at the bag, it seemed like a trial to even open it. Maybe if he just drank something... Slowly, he lifted his hand to push the bag open and reached inside to see what was there.
"There we go," the nurse encouraged him with a smile. "I'll be close-by in case you need anything."
At that point, she walked off, and he was left alone again. Maybe after he drank something, he could even see about getting some rest. Humans could sleep sitting up, couldn't they?
alskdfj yes, she imagines how they were friends beforeasdf sorry
"...O-oh! Um," She started, and before she was even aware of the fact, she was wringing her hands at her front, fingers fidgety and restless. "Kurogane." It came out as a strangely pitched squeak. But it was understandable when, besides Tatsuki, there wasn't another person whom she'd addressed quite so informally, with all the casual air of friends that have known each other for years and years. In the end though, it wasn't really much of a sacrifice if she really thought about it. Strangeness, she could tolerate -- but the thought of memories gone to waste was a sadness she couldn't bear, even emphatically.
She imagined shared photobooths and picnics and Tatsuki-chan, and tried to think about what it might feel like to suddenly lose all of that. At the same time, she understood that it wasn't right to assume friendship when she was still different, not quite the Orihime that he once knew.
At the very least, she'd be able to meet him halfway, she thought, if they were going to be friends, now.
"I see," she replied, as casual as the concern on her face would allow. The great deal of information that she'd been fed since morning wasn't doing very much to help put a stop to her imagination, that conjured up images of monsters, and nurses with their needles, and the various things that could've happened to this 'Fai' who once knew her -- knew a her. "Maybe we should go look for him."