X, conversely, had a completely different sort of night.
He'd found himself not in bed, but under it, clutching his flashlight tightly to him in a way that could only be described as a deathgrip. His nurse had been the one to wake him up, nudging him with the end of a broom as though he was a cat stuck in the storm drain. With a blink of his eyes, he'd woken up, making some excuse about how he'd heard something outside and he'd gotten scared, and while the Nurse had hardly believed him...
It was enough to get her to get off his back, allowing X to tune her chattering out as his mind had wandered back to last night.
...
That sickness had come again. That craving for blood, the need to smell the sickeningly sweet scent of flesh, and his leg had cramped more than ever before. He hadn't even thought twice before staying in his room, closing himself in the moment his roommate dashed out into the hallway. He'd rolled under his bed, flashlight in hand, ready to flash it in unsuspecting patients' faces to scare them off if they'd bothered to wander in.
That, or simply huddle under the bed, silent, lost in his own thoughts as he tried to stave off the hunger that made his stomach growl, his nose twitch, and his mind whirl.
If he left his room, it would have very well been a repeat of the incident with Zero. He could have hurt someone, bit into their skin without thinking, chewing on flesh, savoring that sweetness that he'd only barely managed to give himself--
X held his mouth at the thought, barely able to keep himself from vomiting.
He just needed food. Real food. Something that tasted like something an organic would eat, rather than...the cravings he'd had the night before, as he'd ground his teeth, clutched the floor, and kept himself from leaping out whenever that unmistakeable scent of meat fluttered by.
"You know, the floor isn't a comfortable place to be sleeping, Alex--"
Oh, the nurse was still talking, even as he went into the cafeteria. Even as he grabbed his tray, she was still talking small talk, but X wasn't paying attention. He was just looking for a place to sit. A familiar face, someone, anyone--
Wait. Who was that...? That familiar face, blonde hair, sitting at a table with his nurse nearby...
"Zero!"
He sat down next to him, setting his tray down. He didn't notice the nearby crutches, so relieved was he on finding someone he knew, and someone he was already worried about, at that...
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He'd found himself not in bed, but under it, clutching his flashlight tightly to him in a way that could only be described as a deathgrip. His nurse had been the one to wake him up, nudging him with the end of a broom as though he was a cat stuck in the storm drain. With a blink of his eyes, he'd woken up, making some excuse about how he'd heard something outside and he'd gotten scared, and while the Nurse had hardly believed him...
It was enough to get her to get off his back, allowing X to tune her chattering out as his mind had wandered back to last night.
...
That sickness had come again. That craving for blood, the need to smell the sickeningly sweet scent of flesh, and his leg had cramped more than ever before. He hadn't even thought twice before staying in his room, closing himself in the moment his roommate dashed out into the hallway. He'd rolled under his bed, flashlight in hand, ready to flash it in unsuspecting patients' faces to scare them off if they'd bothered to wander in.
That, or simply huddle under the bed, silent, lost in his own thoughts as he tried to stave off the hunger that made his stomach growl, his nose twitch, and his mind whirl.
If he left his room, it would have very well been a repeat of the incident with Zero. He could have hurt someone, bit into their skin without thinking, chewing on flesh, savoring that sweetness that he'd only barely managed to give himself--
X held his mouth at the thought, barely able to keep himself from vomiting.
He just needed food. Real food. Something that tasted like something an organic would eat, rather than...the cravings he'd had the night before, as he'd ground his teeth, clutched the floor, and kept himself from leaping out whenever that unmistakeable scent of meat fluttered by.
"You know, the floor isn't a comfortable place to be sleeping, Alex--"
Oh, the nurse was still talking, even as he went into the cafeteria. Even as he grabbed his tray, she was still talking small talk, but X wasn't paying attention. He was just looking for a place to sit. A familiar face, someone, anyone--
Wait. Who was that...? That familiar face, blonde hair, sitting at a table with his nurse nearby...
"Zero!"
He sat down next to him, setting his tray down. He didn't notice the nearby crutches, so relieved was he on finding someone he knew, and someone he was already worried about, at that...