Day 75: DAWN, MORNING, NOON, AND AFTERNOON

[damned_intercom]

As the day started, the weather only seemed to be improving, and some patients might even call it warm. Granted, the climate control in the building meant it wouldn't make a difference until someone chose to venture outside.

For now, though, it was time for breakfast, and the intercom came on to wake up all of the patients from their enforced slumber.

"Breakfast sandwiches... how could you not look forward to something like that, dear patients?" Even as Landel spoke, the nurses started peeking into rooms and rousing people from their beds.

"There's plenty to look forward to today, from the recreational field to the greenhouse. I hope that you all enjoy your days and your lunches."

As usual, lunch would be handed out in a paper bag, offering some fruit and vegetables to snack on, along with a sandwich as the main course and pudding for dessert.

"That's all for now!" Though the Head Doctor would be announcing the different shift changes throughout the day, as usual.

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[damned_nurses]

The orderly didn't know of any patients with mechanical arms, but he did seem to recall there was one boy who thought he had one. It was just one of the many different delusions that floated around this place, and so he hadn't thought much of it until it was brought up now.

"You mean the two brothers," he said with a slow nod. "As far as I know, they were released yesterday."

He realized that they didn't let the patients say goodbye to each other, but usually that just wasn't possible. Once someone was ready to leave, they had to send them on their way immediately. That was Landel's policy.

[envy_the_sinners]

As the words sank in, two weeks of restraining himself and keeping his head (mostly) down for these bastards finally snapped. It had come to be his assumption, that the people he knew were going to start disappearing. Being released. But now, Scar wasn't thinking. It was his greatest vice, his blinding rage. His violent impulsiveness. And when the Elrics were involved...

His arm lashed out like a snapped cable, grabbing at the orderly's collar and aiming to lift him partially off his feet.

That they had dared to drag those boys here in the first place. Scar didn't care what Lust said: this was a place for the damned. This was a place deserving of only the most depraved of sinners, and the fury that coursed through him at the simple fact that the Elric brothers had been brought here was enough to make him want to tear the freaks who ran this place to shreds. He didn't care how he did it. He just wanted to.

And it was surprisingly rare that Scar actually felt a need to harm. To kill. He had thought he would be through with that upon the Crimson Alchemist's death.

"Don't feed me that." Scar's voice was low and dangerous. This man was nothing. If he refused to tell him, he would become the example, preferably with his head smashed against the floor tiling. Somebody would tell him what had become of Edward and Alphonse Elric. "What have you done with them." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

[damned_nurses]

While there may have been a note or two in Matthews' chart about him being somewhat volatile, especially when he'd first arrived, the orderly hadn't thought that much of it. Not when the man had been asking about two patients he seemingly had no relation to.

But there had been his mistake, and so he was woefully unprepared when the man's arm shot out and his fingers curled tight around his neck.

The guard wheezed, struggling to suck in breath even as his windpipe closed up. He kicked out with his legs, doing anything to try and get the patient off of him.

Meanwhile, two other orderlies raced over from their posts to grab at the patient from behind and try to pull him off. There was no way to prevent this from being a scene that every patient would be witness to, but they could try and end it as quickly as possible.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's grip on the orderly eased enough for him to regain control when two others grabbed him from behind, but he was far from relenting.

"If you released them, let me see them!" He struggled against the grip of the two orderlies, still glowering at the first man he had approached. Nobody knew what happened when a patient was released. Scar's mind automatically jumped to the worst. Experimentation. Imprisonment. Death.

"If you don't give me answers, I swear before God that it will be your head! You know what's going on here!"

[damned_nurses]

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" the first guard yelled as he took a few steps back, rubbing at his bruised neck.

The other two seemed focused purely on keeping the patient in place, and that was because a nurse was already on her way over with a sedative prepared. It was already clear that Mr. Matthews wasn't going to calm down on his own, and so some kind of action had to be taken.

"They've already been moved away from the institute. I'm sorry, sir, but there's no way for you to see them," the orderly added.

[envy_the_sinners]

The words may as well have fallen on deaf ears. Scar was already beyond listening, or any type of rational reasoning at all. Nobody ever got through to the orderlies. It didn't matter how they were threatened or attacked, they would never be separated from the ruse.

But there was nothing else Scar could do.

He slammed his fist against the wall, in between glaring at the first man he had approached and wrestling the others off. It was enough to badly bruise, but the pain didn't register. It would do him no good, he knew in his mind, attacking someone who could be hiding information from him.

"Liar. You did something to them!" Or something happened to them last night. But Scar wasn't ready to face that possibility, not when he could blame the inarguable enemy.

[damned_nurses]

"All we did was allow them to return to their families, Mr. Matthews!" the orderly insisted with a heavy sigh as he leaned back against the nearest table, his hand still over the bruising on his neck.

Finally, the nurse swept in from the side, her syringe already prepared. The two who were restraining Scar clamped their grips tighter on him, holding him in place long enough that the nurse could prick him with the needle and push the sedative into his bloodstream.

"Sorry about this," she said, "but we can't allow you to cause any more harm."

[envy_the_sinners]

"Like hell you did!" But Scar couldn't manage any words after that. He had just been about to lunge at the orderly rubbing his bruised neck when he felt the sharp pinch of the needle and the dizziness that came with it. The injection quickly did as it was supposed to, and Scar faltered before he collapsed, out cold.

[damned_nurses]

The sedative was a particularly strong one, but even the orderlies were surprised when the patient lost consciousness, struggling to take hold of him and see to it that he didn't harm himself by hitting the floor too hard.

It had been handled, though, and they would set him out somewhere until he woke up. Even then, he'd still be under the effects of the drug, which would hopefully force him to think twice before attacking one of the staff.