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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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.

Day 27: Intercom, Evening

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