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damned_institute2012-10-03 12:30 pm
thecamellia) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 12:30 pm
Night 66: F11-F20 Hallway
With Rapunzel occupied, Tsubaki had no one to share her amazing discoveries with, not that she really knew what to make of them.
The thick, yellowy liquid she’d ingested seemed to be exactly what the Head Doctor’s note implied it to be--a healing draft of some kind. Instead of making her ill as she’d feared, she’d taken a peek under her bandages and noticed straight away that the cuts on her chest were rapidly healing. Not enough to make them made completely, but enough to be noticeable to the naked eye. And she’d only taken a small sip!
As far as she could tell, there were no side effects, either. The only strange thing to happen all dinner shift was the moment she opened her storage box and found throwing knives tucked inside. A whole set, sleek and black. Professional grade, too.
Tsubaki had spent a long while looking them over, perplexed. It wouldn’t be the first time a surprise had turned up in her things; the vial itself was one of them, the container of poison another. But ninja weapons? What was the motive behind giving her those? The Institute had conditioned her to be wary of blessings, given how double-sided they often were.
Blades would be useful, though. There was no doubt of that.
As the start of nightshift neared, Tsubaki had slipped them into her clothes, a strange taste of home in the act. It felt weird to be armed with more than just scalpels again. Granted, a few knives weren’t going to solve her and her friends’ problems, or prove the Head Doctor’s words wrong, but they were something tangible to hold onto. Something she might have to use before the night was out.
When the lock on the door finally clicked, it was like the starting gate at a race being flung wide. Time to go!
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The thick, yellowy liquid she’d ingested seemed to be exactly what the Head Doctor’s note implied it to be--a healing draft of some kind. Instead of making her ill as she’d feared, she’d taken a peek under her bandages and noticed straight away that the cuts on her chest were rapidly healing. Not enough to make them made completely, but enough to be noticeable to the naked eye. And she’d only taken a small sip!
As far as she could tell, there were no side effects, either. The only strange thing to happen all dinner shift was the moment she opened her storage box and found throwing knives tucked inside. A whole set, sleek and black. Professional grade, too.
Tsubaki had spent a long while looking them over, perplexed. It wouldn’t be the first time a surprise had turned up in her things; the vial itself was one of them, the container of poison another. But ninja weapons? What was the motive behind giving her those? The Institute had conditioned her to be wary of blessings, given how double-sided they often were.
Blades would be useful, though. There was no doubt of that.
As the start of nightshift neared, Tsubaki had slipped them into her clothes, a strange taste of home in the act. It felt weird to be armed with more than just scalpels again. Granted, a few knives weren’t going to solve her and her friends’ problems, or prove the Head Doctor’s words wrong, but they were something tangible to hold onto. Something she might have to use before the night was out.
When the lock on the door finally clicked, it was like the starting gate at a race being flung wide. Time to go!
[to here]
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"'s okay," she rasped out. The dryness again forced her to swallow. It was even painful to talk but she wasn't going to spend the night in silence.
Shiina shifted a little in bed, trying to draw herself up but stopped before she could get too far. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in breath of air and let it out slowly. No painkillers for this post-op evening.
Fighting against the pain, she forced herself to speak again. "Did I... hurt you?"
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Niikura started when Shiina began to sit up, his other hand reaching for her shoulder to prevent her from moving. Once she stopped, though, he relaxed and settled back on the bed. "Heh, nah," he said, smile coming back a little wider and looser than before. "I'm okay, honest. I'm a Shou, y'know? If I couldn't do somethin' as easy as catchin' a bird, I don't know how I'd ever be able to face anyone."
Granted, no Shou had ever attempted to catch a bird that also fired lightning from its wings, but that was a technicality.
He looked down and let his thumb move in slow, lazy circles across the top of Shiina's hand. "Don't remember anythin'?"
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She appreciated the touch. Shiina's only regret was it felt like too much work to try and take his hand completely in her own.
"Only a little..." She released a shaky breath. Last night had not been pleasant, and before that... Her eyes prickled with tears. "I don't know... Did I hurt anyone?"
She swallowed, trying to think back to before the night. Only a few images were clear in her mind. "I remember... cages. And... screaming. And it hurt..."
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He winced when she brought up what she did remember. He hadn't expected any of it to sound pleasant, but just thinking about cages and screaming and pain, he couldn't find any way to make it all seem better. "Wish I could take all those memories for ya," Niikura said with a sigh, "'cause I could take them. Just...try not to think too much about it all for me, okay? You're here now, same as usual--well, mostly."