Day 73: Library (2nd shift)

[redcladidealist]

Don't let them snoop? If Lloyd didn't already know the secret the library held, that would have practically been asking him to poke around as much as his nurse would let him. But since he did know about the trick to the secret door, he settled instead for searching for Kratos or Castiel. If he didn't find one of them this shift, he'd have to think about putting up a note on the bulletin, but considering what he wanted to talk to them about, it would probably be better if he kept it off the board and spoke to them in person.

"Here, why don't you settle down with a nice book, Nigel?" his nurse encouraged him as she guided him toward a chair. "Poor dear. I noticed you didn't eat anything for breakfast. Maybe you just need to get your mind off of whatever's tying your stomach in knots."

Lloyd made a face at that comment, unable to hold himself in check. "Maybe if the doctors gave me my Key Crest back it wouldn't be a problem."

His nurse sighed, shaking her head. "I thought you were making more progress than that, Nigel. Here," she said, handing him a book. "I'm sure a good book will help."

Lloyd grumbled, but accepted the book anyway, albeit reluctantly. He should have known better than to expect anything from his nurse. Rather than cracking the book open, though, Lloyd set it in his lap and watched the room. Surely one of his companions would come in soon...

[For Castiel.]

Comments

[ninelivesonce]

Taura was thinking it was less about karma and more about a building full of angry prisoners, some of whom were more than capable of biting back. Or, er, attacking, since teeth seemed inadvisable. But Sechs was still talking, and...oh. She returned his look -- she wanted to tell him not to do it, that it was a bad idea, but they'd never actually figured out what they'd earned by letting Landel kill Goku. And whether or not the boy was back for good.

"You, too." Her throat closed up on any other words -- the basement protected itself. "I'll bring you more information, for next time."

Promises like that ran rampant among the troops -- everyone had their superstitions. Taura wasn't an exception; while every day she was alive was a gift she hadn't expected to see, that still didn't mean she wanted to die, or that she wanted anyone else to.