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Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch
Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.
His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...
Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.
This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.
He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.
His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...
Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.
This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.
He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.
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Reaching for her glass of water, she sipped at it, swishing the liquid about in the glass. "It could be less comfy, though. I mean, at least they've made a pretense of comfortableness. I've been in much worse places."
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That was the most recent it got for him; he'd only met a girl a couple of weeks ago, who'd gone on about singers and their popularity and all this stuff he really had no idea about. But pretending to be normal was all part of the job, 90% of the time.
"Ah, this seems pretty bad to me. Unless we're talking high security jails, but they don't have the crazy nightshifts."
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"I don't think anyone has crazy nightshifts like this," she continued, shaking her head and casting an intent glance around the room. There was no sign of the struggles she'd known to take place here and in the sunroom last night. The dead girl throwing about blue fire in the sunroom, and the soldier who'd summoned hundreds of swords out of nothing just outside that door.
They weren't the type of monsters she'd been warned about running into at night, but they certainly weren't any of the patients now sitting in this room.