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damned_institute2012-11-20 05:01 pm
girlsandgadgets) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-20 05:01 pm
Day 67: Sun Room
The day had been an exercise in control for Edgar. For every polite smile he offered his nurse, he spared her a moment of self-doubt, the lines of concern etched into his face; she believed his insistence that he was feeling well enough to wander on his own and left him to his own devices in the Sun Room for the afternoon, never seeing as he rubbed at his bandaged palms, gritting his teeth from the pain of the injuries they covered.
The burns trailing up his forearms were nothing compared to the silent anguish of what had happened in the night, of the fact one of his closest friends and allies was dead. Locke's demise hit Edgar hard, especially considering he was the one who'd caused it. Yes, Locke had been changed into a monster, and yes, Edgar was confident it was what he would have wanted- death was preferable to losing one's self completely, and he knew Locke well enough to know he would never forgive himself for his transgressions, even those that weren't entirely his fault.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done the right thing, even if the end had been an accident, one neither of them could have anticipated. They couldn't leave him to wander, but they were never going to find the cure by being his watchdogs. And even if they did know what the cure was— someone suggested on the board it was a plant, but the answer was already a day too late— they would have had to leave him unattended to fetch it. It was an unfortunate situation.
Or it had been, rather. Edgar sighed, knowing there was nothing to be done for Locke. Picking up the pieces and moving on, making sure it happened to no one else... that was all he could do for the time being.
Deciding he might have a better chance of finding one of his other contacts if he stayed in the Sun Room— Tolten would have been ideal, perhaps, or Ryuuzaki— Edgar made himself as comfortable as possible on one of the couches, keeping an eye on the door to the Music Room as he took a deep breath to swallow down the dull ache in his arms. Even if he had wanted to follow the other patients, the chances were he couldn't hold a delicate instrument with his injuries, anyway.
[His BFF Ryuuzaki]
The burns trailing up his forearms were nothing compared to the silent anguish of what had happened in the night, of the fact one of his closest friends and allies was dead. Locke's demise hit Edgar hard, especially considering he was the one who'd caused it. Yes, Locke had been changed into a monster, and yes, Edgar was confident it was what he would have wanted- death was preferable to losing one's self completely, and he knew Locke well enough to know he would never forgive himself for his transgressions, even those that weren't entirely his fault.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done the right thing, even if the end had been an accident, one neither of them could have anticipated. They couldn't leave him to wander, but they were never going to find the cure by being his watchdogs. And even if they did know what the cure was— someone suggested on the board it was a plant, but the answer was already a day too late— they would have had to leave him unattended to fetch it. It was an unfortunate situation.
Or it had been, rather. Edgar sighed, knowing there was nothing to be done for Locke. Picking up the pieces and moving on, making sure it happened to no one else... that was all he could do for the time being.
Deciding he might have a better chance of finding one of his other contacts if he stayed in the Sun Room— Tolten would have been ideal, perhaps, or Ryuuzaki— Edgar made himself as comfortable as possible on one of the couches, keeping an eye on the door to the Music Room as he took a deep breath to swallow down the dull ache in his arms. Even if he had wanted to follow the other patients, the chances were he couldn't hold a delicate instrument with his injuries, anyway.
[His BFF Ryuuzaki]
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Given the choice, Tsubaki didn't have much interest in going to the Music Room; musical ability had never been one of her strong suits and there was no point in sitting around doing nothing in there. Besides, it was hard leaving the bulletin board. Every time she walked away, she was half afraid she was going to come back to find more unhappy news about people she knew.
That, and there was just so much to do before nightfall, and so many people to consider... The bulletin was the closest thing she had to regular contact with some people, so she need to stay close in case something came up that changed her plans.
First and foremost, there was the flower people were talking about. Tsubaki had no choice but to search for it as soon as she could; if it really could halt the illness, even temporarily, such a thing could mean the difference between one more night of suffering and days spent worrying about transformations for those who were still sick. What else could she do but try to find it? With all the horrible things that had happened tugging her heart in every direction, it was more difficult than ever to focus on a retrieval mission that might not even pan out, but...
From her spot on one of the couches, Tsubaki looked up at the bulletin board. She knew it was foolish to hope good news might magically appear before her eyes, but she hoped for it all the same.