Between his informative conversation with Taura, helping out Leanne, and then finally hearing back from Anise about her well-being, Guy's mood had improved exponentially since he'd woken up. They really seemed to have found the cure, and while a small part of him was worried that the worst would happen and Anise would relapse or it would all just be some way of distracting them from a worse problem, he did his best to shove those thoughts away.

For once, he wanted to feel optimistic about things.

In fact, when the shift change came and it was announced that they would have the opportunity to go to the greenhouse, Guy was quick to get to his feet and let his nurse know that he wanted to go there for lunch. If Taura had found some of that Saint John's Wort there, then Guy needed to at least scope things out and see if there were more of the flowers scattered around to be collected.

He didn't plan to hoard them all for himself -- far from it, in fact. But the more information he could gather and pass on to sick patients, the better.

It didn't take long to get to the greenhouse, and once they were inside Guy's nurse handed him his sack lunch. She told him to enjoy his meal and then left him to wander the area. Guy jumped to it, searching through the aisles of different plants and flowers for something that matched what he'd seen last night.

[Free!]

Speaking with Orihara had become uncomfortable ever since Castiel's day spent as Michael Collins, and that was only doubled when he had to talk to him while he was post-operative. Still, he'd managed to get through the conversation, and while Castiel didn't like being a captive audience, so to speak, the change in shifts meant that he would never be stuck speaking with someone for too long.

Orihara was more of an annoyance than anything, though. They'd worked well enough together before, but there was something about his interest in him that left Castiel feeling uneasy. In the end, though, it wasn't a threat he needed to consider for any long period of time.

With the choice of any number of outside options for the lunch shift, Castiel's nurse suggested that he spend some time out in the courtyard. "Getting some sun might do you good, Michael, don't you think? Especially since it's gotten a little warmer today."

He didn't have much reason to protest, and so he didn't argue the point, instead watching the activity of shuffling patients around him as he was pushed out into the courtyard. Though he was one of the first patients to be brought here, as the area itself was empty for the moment.

The nurse wheeled him so that he was sitting near the pond and then smiled down at him. "There you go! Enjoy the fresh air, all right?" She placed the sack lunch in his lap and then took her leave.

Castiel nodded and watched as she walked away, and actually did his best to forget the pain and the nausea and instead observed the rippling of the pond water.

[For L!]

When the last of the announcement faded from the air, Lloyd frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. So they wouldn't be eating in the cafeteria after all. It was a good thing he'd arranged a backup plan with Kratos, but he kind of wished there was a way to know in case he wanted to meet with someone else another time. Letting out a breath, he decided it didn't really matter right now. This time, at least, he was prepared.

Once the teen was given his bag lunch, he headed to a table in the Sun Room to sit down and started scanning the room. He didn't know where Kratos had been during the last shift, but he expected to see him any minute. Expected and hoped. Curiosity gnawed at him with each passing moment. Why had the man taken down part of his note the day before then asked to talk to him later? He must have really meant it, too, because he'd written another note to Lloyd today to arrange to meet up with him.

And yet, some part of Lloyd that sat curled and bitter in the back of his throat wondered. Wondered if he'd actually show up.

[For Kratos.]