Day 67: Dinner

[damned_intercom]

"Goodness, is it really already time for dinner? Time certainly does fly! And such a lovely day, too. I certainly wouldn't mind having a nice cup of cocoa out on the patio or something..."

That was how the Head Doctor greeted them, although it apparently didn't take him long to realize he'd gotten a little off topic.

"Now then, it's time for the nurses to escort you all back to your rooms, where you'll have the opportunity to tuck into a scrumptious plate of turkey and gravy. And, of course, we always carry vegetarian options for those who don't eat meat. We also have our usual assortment of water, juice and milk.

"Also, some of you will be receiving some extra help in warding off whatever bug some of us have been catching. Please take care, everyone, and be sure to wash your hands! I'll talk to you all again later. Enjoy your dinner."

The intercom clicked off, leaving patients with the prospect of preparing for yet another grueling Nightshift.

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Re: M58

[purgatio]

...The day took too long to pass. Enough that by the time night had almost hit, Albedo had nearly forgotten the detail he needed to discuss with Sasuke. Despite what was happening, Nigredo's own defense needed to still be a priority--it had just been shoved to the back from the supreme issue of maintaining his brother's life. It was for that, perhaps, that Albedo just stalked in silently, moving to sit on his bed almost soundlessly.

He was running out of time. He couldn't allow this night to slip by as the last one had. There had to be some way.... Some way to solve this. Something that didn't include risking his brother's already tenuous hold on life.

Re: M58

[firewhichrefines]

[I AM THE WORST HUMAN BEING PLEASE FORGIVE ME]

A commotion disturbed the determined path Sasuke was laying waste to through his dinner. Perhaps it was less of a commotion than a mild distraction -- just his roommate striding in without noise or comment, body struck through with purpose that had little to do with the meal set by the boy's bed.

And he really was a child, now that Sasuke could actually see him; definitely young, at least in appearance. Not that age meant very much.

Swallowing the last bite of his dinner, Sasuke washed the taste down with a swig of juice and said, open-ended enough to invite response if needed and definitive enough to be taken as nothing more than recognition, "Albedo."