Flora awoke, suddenly, blinking sopor, if not bemusement, out of her eyes. What a strange dream that had been. It felt so real, she could have sworn it was, and maybe that wasn't something to be discounted. Maybe surreal was more the term, and she could swear it was that, as well. It could have been another trick. Halloween wasn't for a while back home, she remembered that much, but who could say here?
She combed a hand through her hair. A part of her hoped that it was real, she had to admit, if only so she could have some sort of half rational explanation for having dreamt of Klavier, dressed as he was. Maybe something she ate. Sure, why not. Flora started to get out of bed, but froze the moment her feet touched the floor. ...Unless it really was something that she ate?
Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. There was something to be said for caution, but she was basing her suspicions on what may have just been a dream. Would they poison or lace the food with anything? It seemed counterproductive, but she hadn't forgotten that there were people already sick because of the head doctor. Maybe it wasn't counter at all. Maybe it was a wanted result. She couldn't help but frown at that, huffing as she ran her fingers through her hair again, wary and weary. Being this paranoid was exhausting and grating on the nerves, even if it was (might be?) necessary. She sighed, trying to sort herself out a bit. This was no way to start the morning. If Stella were here, she'd chastise her and warn that she'd give herself wrinkles.
There was an urge to draw her knees up to her chest and hold them there, barely resisted. She missed Stella. She missed everyone. Flora hadn't given up hope that they could have been here. It would be really funny if it turned out that all her friends were here the whole time and they'd all just running around each other, somehow. Not that she wanted any of them stuck here, but they had yet to come across something that was truly insurmountable when they were all together.
But here, Flora was alone.
Opportunities to ponder it further ended with a knock, then entry. It would probably be a rare occurrence, but Flora counted herself grateful to her nurse for the interruption."Good morning, Valencia! I hope you slept well?" It was said as a question, but she didn't give her an opportunity to get a word in edgewise. "Well, then! It's time to head to breakfast."
Flora's stomach turned.
Wonderful.
She followed the nurse into cafeteria and fixed herself a very light plate of food, all the while eyeing her options suspiciously, delicious as they looked otherwise.
"Why don't you sit with Bruce? He looks like he would appreciate some company." Her nurse was now two for two, because Flora had no problem with this. She sat down and smiled warmly, if a bit subdued and very much concerned. It was hard to ignore his arm. She was there the night he broke it, after all. "Good morning, Lee. How are you doing?"
/LATEST FOREVER /)_- I'm sorry
She combed a hand through her hair. A part of her hoped that it was real, she had to admit, if only so she could have some sort of half rational explanation for having dreamt of Klavier, dressed as he was. Maybe something she ate. Sure, why not. Flora started to get out of bed, but froze the moment her feet touched the floor. ...Unless it really was something that she ate?
Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. There was something to be said for caution, but she was basing her suspicions on what may have just been a dream. Would they poison or lace the food with anything? It seemed counterproductive, but she hadn't forgotten that there were people already sick because of the head doctor. Maybe it wasn't counter at all. Maybe it was a wanted result. She couldn't help but frown at that, huffing as she ran her fingers through her hair again, wary and weary. Being this paranoid was exhausting and grating on the nerves, even if it was (might be?) necessary. She sighed, trying to sort herself out a bit. This was no way to start the morning. If Stella were here, she'd chastise her and warn that she'd give herself wrinkles.
There was an urge to draw her knees up to her chest and hold them there, barely resisted. She missed Stella. She missed everyone. Flora hadn't given up hope that they could have been here. It would be really funny if it turned out that all her friends were here the whole time and they'd all just running around each other, somehow. Not that she wanted any of them stuck here, but they had yet to come across something that was truly insurmountable when they were all together.
But here, Flora was alone.
Opportunities to ponder it further ended with a knock, then entry. It would probably be a rare occurrence, but Flora counted herself grateful to her nurse for the interruption."Good morning, Valencia! I hope you slept well?" It was said as a question, but she didn't give her an opportunity to get a word in edgewise. "Well, then! It's time to head to breakfast."
Flora's stomach turned.
Wonderful.
She followed the nurse into cafeteria and fixed herself a very light plate of food, all the while eyeing her options suspiciously, delicious as they looked otherwise.
"Why don't you sit with Bruce? He looks like he would appreciate some company." Her nurse was now two for two, because Flora had no problem with this. She sat down and smiled warmly, if a bit subdued and very much concerned. It was hard to ignore his arm. She was there the night he broke it, after all. "Good morning, Lee. How are you doing?"