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damned_institute2012-11-05 10:55 pm
knightspirit) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-05 10:55 pm
Day 67: Breakfast
For the first time since Kyousuke arrived, waking up didn't feel the slightest bit strange or out of place. It was still like night had suddenly stopped, with nothing in-between then and now, but instead of being disorienting, or like there was something missing, it was like waking up from a nightmare. His breaths came heavy and anxious, everything flooding back to him, but unlike last night, he had more mental clarity, and he actually understood what it meant.
Sora... was dead.
After a moment, his breathing seemed to ease up, and he sat up slowly, and simply stared down at his blanket. The motion hurt quite a bit, a lot worse than it had yesterday morning, but he seemed to be in decent shape, all considered. Sore, battered, a little faint, but compared to worst of it...
He wondered if he should feel upset right now, or want to yell, or cry, but the truth was, he didn't. If anything, he was just numb. Tired and listless. He wasn't sure what to think or feel about anything, but somehow it seemed distant and disconnected, like something that hadn't actually happened. Yet, if he lingered on it too long, the lifelessness grew into something nauseating, heavy and constricting in his chest, and he didn't even notice until he realized he was gripping his bedding unnecessarily hard. So he forced himself to relax, and not focus on it too much. ... He preferred the cold sort of nothingness.
When the nurse arrived, she wasn't empty-handed, unfolding a wheelchair by his bedside and looking at him expectantly, as if she wanted him to settle himself into it. Looking at it was strange and uncomfortable, and he found himself refusing automatically.
"... I can walk fine. I don't need—"
"What you don't need," the nurse said sternly, "is to be overexerting yourself. You got to walk around yesterday, and what do you do? You go and reopen your injuries! Honestly, Mr. Taylor, you might be young, but you need to take better care of yourself! Today, you're resting, and if you're good about it, we'll see about maybe taking the chair away tomorrow."
That was bad enough, but then she wouldn't even let him wheel himself, and pushed him along from behind. This was totally unnecessary... But though it made him feel helpless, Kyousuke didn't have the energy to argue, so he let her do what she wanted. She asked if he wanted to make a quick trip the bulletin, first, but... Would the news be there? There were people who deserved to know, but there would be reactions to it, questions he didn't want to answer, and feeling his stomach give a lurch, he decided he didn't want to deal with it. Any of it.
Once in the cafeteria, the nurse asked him about breakfast, but Kyousuke insisted he wasn't hungry. ... He wasn't. Sensing he wanted to be left alone, she wheeled him off to an easily overlooked portion of the cafeteria, but quickly returned, setting food and some juice in front of him, "just in case." She set a small paper cup with a couple of painkillers on the tray, and after that, she left, leaving the boy to stare down the meal he didn't really want.
[ Kratos! ]
Sora... was dead.
After a moment, his breathing seemed to ease up, and he sat up slowly, and simply stared down at his blanket. The motion hurt quite a bit, a lot worse than it had yesterday morning, but he seemed to be in decent shape, all considered. Sore, battered, a little faint, but compared to worst of it...
He wondered if he should feel upset right now, or want to yell, or cry, but the truth was, he didn't. If anything, he was just numb. Tired and listless. He wasn't sure what to think or feel about anything, but somehow it seemed distant and disconnected, like something that hadn't actually happened. Yet, if he lingered on it too long, the lifelessness grew into something nauseating, heavy and constricting in his chest, and he didn't even notice until he realized he was gripping his bedding unnecessarily hard. So he forced himself to relax, and not focus on it too much. ... He preferred the cold sort of nothingness.
When the nurse arrived, she wasn't empty-handed, unfolding a wheelchair by his bedside and looking at him expectantly, as if she wanted him to settle himself into it. Looking at it was strange and uncomfortable, and he found himself refusing automatically.
"... I can walk fine. I don't need—"
"What you don't need," the nurse said sternly, "is to be overexerting yourself. You got to walk around yesterday, and what do you do? You go and reopen your injuries! Honestly, Mr. Taylor, you might be young, but you need to take better care of yourself! Today, you're resting, and if you're good about it, we'll see about maybe taking the chair away tomorrow."
That was bad enough, but then she wouldn't even let him wheel himself, and pushed him along from behind. This was totally unnecessary... But though it made him feel helpless, Kyousuke didn't have the energy to argue, so he let her do what she wanted. She asked if he wanted to make a quick trip the bulletin, first, but... Would the news be there? There were people who deserved to know, but there would be reactions to it, questions he didn't want to answer, and feeling his stomach give a lurch, he decided he didn't want to deal with it. Any of it.
Once in the cafeteria, the nurse asked him about breakfast, but Kyousuke insisted he wasn't hungry. ... He wasn't. Sensing he wanted to be left alone, she wheeled him off to an easily overlooked portion of the cafeteria, but quickly returned, setting food and some juice in front of him, "just in case." She set a small paper cup with a couple of painkillers on the tray, and after that, she left, leaving the boy to stare down the meal he didn't really want.
[ Kratos! ]
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He was coming to, woken up by the voice of the Head Doctor over the intercom. Castiel opened his eyes slowly, his mind swimming with some remnant of -- could it have been a dream? No, angels weren't supposed to dream, but he also wasn't much of an angel anymore. He remembered oranges and blacks, decorations of some sort? But the longer he was awake, the more it faded away.
Still in pain, Castiel shifted, felt his muscles protest, especially those in his abdomen. It looked like his bandages were due to be changed, as they were soaked with blood and discharge from his wound.
His nurse came in with a roll of gauze and greeted him, relieved to see that he'd gotten a "good night's rest." Did she have any idea of what he normally did with his nights? Castiel doubted it, but the phrasing still struck him as odd.
"Let's get your bandages switched out," the nurse said, "and then you can get into the wheelchair. If you're lucky, you might be able to switch to crutches soon."
Castiel hoped so. Yesterday had been unbearable, but at least his head felt clearer this morning. The pain wasn't as crippling, either, but he made sure to sit still as the nurse removed his shirt and unwrapped his bandages.
She frowned at the messy wound underneath. Kratos had made sure to cut into him as cleanly as he could, but the fact was that they had rushed the surgery, not to mention the lack of supplies. The fact that he was healing at all was a relief in his opinion.
Once the new bandages were in place, the nurse helped him into the wheelchair. As humiliating as it was, Castiel realized that rest would get him back on his feet faster than if he protested. Before long, they had made it to the cafeteria, and the nurse brought him some waffles that he had no intention of eating.
Though maybe he should try. After vomiting a few times yesterday, though, putting something in his stomach seemed like a terrible idea.
[For Aigis?]
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However, Aigis felt a little disappointed that she had wasted a night on recharging. She needed to be out there, figuring out how to escape and how to bring down Landel. Her thoughts centered on the source of her misery, Aigis quietly followed her nurse to the cafeteria and received a tray of waffles and bacon. Today, the food looked and smelled appetizing. A small consolation.
Glancing around for a mealtime partner, Aigis spotted Castiel seemed along and she made her way towards him. Setting her tray down, she gave a short bow of her head before sitting. "Good morning, Castiel-san."
She cut into her waffle all the while gazing at the wheelchair her friend was sitting in. "I take it your night was not pleasant?"
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Of course, there was a chance that she'd already changed during the night only to revert at daybreak, and that she was hiding that remarkably well. She was an android, and thus capable of repressing her emotions much better than a human might.
But that was all speculation, and she had always been open with him. He could probably find out the truth before long.
At her question, he shook his head, though made sure not to engage in any dramatic movements. He didn't want his head to start pounding, or for the nausea to worsen. "I didn't have a night. I slept through it all." And that was still hard for him to swallow, the idea of an angel really sleeping, but he didn't need to share that with her. She probably understood just how odd it was, to sleep when you never had before.