Day 69: Intercom, Evening

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Patients might hear the wind blowing outside as the intercom turned on and they were gradually moved from the courtyard or somewhere surrounding the Sun Room and back to their rooms. The wind made a howling noise, something that almost seemed to hint at what was to come when darkness hit and night began.

But for now, everything was as pleasant as it always was during the day, with the Head Doctor chiming in to explain what was on the menu this evening.

"I'm sure you all had a nice, relaxing day as you continue on your journey toward good health, but now it's time to head back to your rooms and have dinner with your roommate before lights out. Tonight we're serving some seasoned salmon with rice pilaf on the side, and for those of you who are vegetarians we have a black eyed pea soup along with a dinner roll.

"Whatever you're having tonight, eat up and get some rest! We'll be seeing you again tomorrow!"

The nurses didn't say much about the fact that some patients had roommates who had been missing for a few days now. Normally there would be someone to take their place, but that didn't seem to be the case for a few people. The mystery behind that was clearly one that was going to remain unanswered, but at least the patients had a hot plate of food waiting for them on their desks.

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[knightspirit]

Another day gone. Comparatively speaking, it hadn't actually been that bad, and not just for the fact that he'd spent the last shift napping. In face of how much strain he'd been putting himself under, his body really needed it, and by the time the nurse arrived to take him back to his room for dinner, he was still a little groggy, but physically, he was feeling better than he had in some time.

That in mind, he dug into his meal right away, determined to clean the plate; he'd already skipped a couple of dinners, which probably wasn't helping his energy or ensuring a quick recovery from his injuries. The room was silent for now, but thanks to the picture resting on his desk, it almost didn't feel that way. ... Almost. Still, it was better than nothing. He wasn't usually one to form sentimental attachments to objects, but this was about as close to home as he'd get in a place like this, and he'd take what he could.