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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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Her nurse chose that moment to walk in and her eager smile evaporated upon seeing Shiina's distress. She disappeared out the door a moment and returned with a pill bottle, carefully moving to help the teenage to swallow a few pills down. She had to move Shiina into a sitting position to help with the pills and Shiina hardly managed to bite back a groan. Her back welcomed the relief, but her guts were a mess of pained knots.
"Reiko, dear, just try and relax. The pain will be gone soon. And food should help." The nurse then moved to pull Shiina into a wheelchair. The teenager was grateful. At least it would be better than walking.
Wiping her tears away, Shiina gripped the wheelchair arms with a deathgrip as she was slowly wheeled towards the cafeteria. She gasped at the slight bump that came with rolling through a doorway. "What happened to me?"
"Don't remember? You had an emergency appendectomy." Shiina glanced down at her belly. Well, it was in about the same region, sort of. The nurse started speaking again, drawing back her attention. "There were some complications. I know, it's hard, but these things do happen."
She should not have expected any better. With Shou having to work as quickly as he had, and especially on an animal-like monster body, it was more surprising that she had survived the surgery at all.
Her nurse placed her at a small table and hurried to get her some breakfast. Shiina didn't know if she could force anything down, but she wasn't going to argue. Once the woman moved away, Shiina reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed the waffle, not worrying about utensils for now. Carefully, she brought the still warm waffle to her lips and took a small bite. Nibbles would be best. Now if only she could convince her body to stop trembling she would probably look at least half-way normal.
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Of course, seeing Shiina in her current state was kind of sobering, but that wasn't enough to stop what seemed like his new source of boundless enthusiasm. "Mornin' Nagasawa!" She looked like death warmed over, just as she had last night, but Niikura wanted to be through with the doom and gloom for a bit, and he suspected that it would be more encouraging to Shiina if he was his usual loud self. She had seen him at his most serious for a little too long over the last few days.
"How're you, uh, feelin' today?"