damned_institute | Day 27: Intercom, Evening

The intercom gave its cheery jingle just before the Head Doctor's equally buoyant voice rang through the halls.

"Ah, and finally, our day is coming to a close! Rooms and roommates have been reassigned with care, though what great partnership can start without a good meal? Ah, yes, after the nurses escort all of our patients, new and old, back to their proper rooms, everyone will have the chance to enjoy a savory chicken pot pie, full of peas, carrots, potatoes, and of course, chicken. On the side, we'll have buttery corn on the cob and green beans, and to drink, you may choose from the regular slew of water, milk, or assorted juices, which your nurse will bring to you.

"I believe that's all for now! Phew, long day, huh? I know I'll be happy to get some sleep, and thank you to all our vigilant doctors and nurses, although Dr. House seems to have gone AWOL... Hmm... Well, in any case, have a good dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again as the nurses began organizing the patients for the small trek back to their rooms.

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Quatre shook his head and smiled at the boy as he set to eating his meal. "Don't worry, I've just been thinking about what I have to do tonight. Do you have any plans?" He took the moment that he paused for the boy to answer to try out his food. It wasn't too bad, but despite the fact he had eaten very little all day he wasn't very hungry.

"Oh, I don't have any plans, Mister!" Phibrizzo beamed, but suddenly looked quite upset, as if remembering something. "But...I don't think I should go out, either."

Gremio had bought his story hook-line-and-sinker, he would see if his room mate would do the same...

Quatre frowned. No, a small kid shouldn't go out alone. That was dangerous, but Phibrizzo had seemed okay going out the night before. The blond set down his fork. "Is everything okay?" he asked, clearly concerned.

Hellmaster lowered his head. "'s nothing. I don't want to burden you with my problems. I think it would best if I don't go out so he doesn't see me. Mr. Gremio already told me not to worry about him, but..."

"Who?" Quatre asked, turning to look at the boy more fully. "Is someone bothering you?"

Phibrizzo slunk back. "Uhm, it's...I...Oh, let's forget I mentioned it, please?"

He looked away, as if hiding his face so his room mate wouldn't see the tears that were undoubtedly welling up. "Mr. Gremio said that he wouldn't let him hurt me too. I have to trust his word."

Quatre frowned. He was concerned but if the boy didn't want to talk about it than the blond wouldn't push the issue.

After a moment of watching Phibrizzo, Quatre turned back to his meal. If the boy needed to cry but didn't want to be watched, Quatre would give him as much privacy as he could considering they were stuck in the same room.

...hmph. He wasn't probing. Phibrizzo would have to get his help more actively it appeared.

Sniffling, he "wiped" his eyes and turned back to facing Quatre, eyes big. "Can I ask you a question, mister?"

"Ask me anything," Quatre said after he swallowed the food he was eating and looked back at his youthful looking roommate. He smiled slightly as he said it, appearing as comforting as possible.

"If...if you were a bandit and a man your gang was threatening for money refused to pay...and you...killed him and his wife..." He paused for a moment, pretending to deal with a painful memory and "forcing" himself to be strong, "...would you try to kill their son too?"

Quatre frowned at the question. He didn't like the idea of what the boy was saying at all. There were many possible answers, but Quatre could only shake his head. "No, I wouldn't," he said. He wouldn't kill over money at all, but if he had. "Killing her son wouldn't ensure that I would get my money," he said hypothetically. "Though I suppose it would depend on what kind of bandit I was." He paused for a moment. "This isn't just a hypothetical question is it?"

Hellmaster glumly shook his head. "The man who killed my parents is here. And I can't think of any reason other than to kill me..."

He looked away, mournfully. "I thought it was enough that he killed mom and dad, but then...but then... then he started telling all the villagers that I was a Mazoku and my parents hadn't been real and we were evil and no one should help me and..."

He ran to his bed and buried his face in the blankets, shuddering as if he was sobbing deeply at the memory. Now, would Quatre believe him or would he need to work the story some more?

Quatre got up, wanting to comfort his sobbing roommate. He reached the other boy's bed and reached out to touch him but thinking better of it in case the boy had issues with touch. Instead he knelt slightly to be at level with the 'child'.

"Is the man a patient here?" he asked, hoping that it wouldn't be asking too much for the boy to answer.

Phibrizzo kept his face buried, but nodded. "He just arrived. I saw him."

Quatre thought about that. "If he's a patient then he might be in as much danger as all of us. Still... if it will make you feel better I'll do what I can make sure he doesn't hurt you."

Phibrizzo slowly brought his face up and looked into Quatre's eyes, his own eyes big. "R-really, mister? You'd do that?"

Quatre smiled comfortingly. "Yes of course I would."

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