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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"I don't know about Claude, but Dias could probably scare anyone off if he glares at them long enough." Axel teased out with a smirk. It was almost invigorating in a sense that he'd be able to get several things accomplished today. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do after he reunited Raiden with his boyfriend, but as long as everything went according to plan he'd be fine.

And then the doorknob began to jiggle and the redhead's plans all came crashing down.

The Nobody gave Ashton a wary glance before nearly diving over the latter to shove the box of bullets underneath his roommate's pillow. It was a good thing he moved quickly, because as soon as he stood up to return to his own bed the door finally opened, revealing the cheerful smile of a nurse with two orderlies standing behind her. Axel froze, looking nervously over to the newcomers all the while bringing a hand to his chest.

"Good evening, you two." She started, ushering herself inside. "My deepest apologies, Mr. Flynn, but we'll be needing Mr. Pritchett for the night."

Ashton was grinning, about to add some comment about Dias - oh, he's really not that bad, even if he's absolutely petrifying at times - when that telltale sound of a door opening made Ashton's head snap over, his hands gripping the sheets instinctively.

No, they were coming for Axel again, they were coming for Axel again and this time Ashton wouldn't be able to save him-

When the nurse started talking, though, it took Ashton, mind fresh from the shock of the fear for Axel's safety and still rather unused to the names the nurses were giving him, a while to realize that they were here for him.

He sighed unconsciously. What.. what a relief. But that didn't mean he wanted to be made into even worse damaged goods!

Without Ashton even knowing what he was doing, and painfully aware that there was no way he could resist, the nurse was helping him up off his bed and into the wheelchair that he'd been wheeling around in all day.

Cold sweat was beginning to wheel on Ashton's forehead. What.. what was in store for him? He looked at his roommate, his eyes panicked. "You'll - you'll tell Dias sorry for me, won't you? Six doors down.." He knew in his wildly-beating heart that Axel would reciprocate what Ashton had done for him almost a week ago now, but it just didn't seem right to ask for it.

It was bound to happen eventually. It was, after all, just his luck.

Instead of feeling the same relief that Ashton felt, the redhead's anxiety increased tenfold when he heard his roommate's 'name' instead of his own. His mechanical heart was beating faster than he ever would've imagined, almost to the point where he could've sworn that it'd burst out of his chest any moment. He was very aware what this Institute was capable of, but he'd been healthy at the time he'd been taken.

It was obvious enough that the latter wasn't going anywhere tonight without some kind of aid, and being taken in that kind of state was nothing short of murder. And so, after listening to Ashton's words, Axel just shook his head, a small frown escaping his lips as he watched the nurse cart him away.

"No. I'll do more than that."

Even though he had already flopped back on his seat, the redhead was already mentally reorganizing his plans, fingers itching to grab his notebook to write the note he'd voiced out in his head.

"After all, I owe you one."

Words unbidden, terrified words, escaped from Ashton's lips - "I - I'll be counting on you!" It was completely unlike the situations he'd been in before - he was very rarely the one being saved. He didn't do a terribly high amount of saving, on the other hand, but the ratio of saving to being saved was much higher than the other way around.

And now look, he'd have to be saved twice in two nights! It was a miracle of Tria that his friends were as good as they were. But what - what were these Institute people going to do to him? It wasn't like there was anything.. anything special about him! There was.. nothing he could do! They'd already taken the dragons off..

Ashton's entire body twisted around in panic as the nurse methodically wheeled him away, the stitches on his abdomen straining and sending searing pain through him as he tried to get one last look at his dear roommate before he was carted off to regions of the hospital that would stand to break his spirit.

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