damned_institute | Day 29: Sun Room

It was with some relief that Yuuhi awoke the next morning, in his own bed, sore and tired and achy. He would've slept more had they let him, his face down in the pillow, away from all the others and their questions and their concern. He didn't want to see them, but he managed a little smile when the nurse came in and didn't object when she lead him out into the open hallway that had been splattered with blood, plenty of it his, just last night.

The Chapel or the Sun Room? He felt he had good reason not to be terribly religious and had a feeling he wouldn't be very welcome there anyway. The Sun Room would be nice though. It was bright and cheery and he could always doodle or write notes on the community board if he'd nothing better to do. Besides, the nurse was kind enough to let him take a book with him.

He found a seat on one of the couches, far from the entrance and seated himself in the far corner, legs scrunched up against his chest so he only took up one of the cushions. He opened up where he'd left off, fingers carefully turning the worn pages of Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz.

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What a blasted rotten night that had been. And the morning wasn't looking any better--they weren't even going to feed them right away. Chapel services? What a joke. Who could possibly believe in the divine in this place?

Leon's attempts to shake off the nurse escorting him had thus far been useless--apparently she didn't trust his ability to manage by himself on crutches--but once he got settled on a couch in the Sun Room she finally left him be, though with a warning that she was going to be keeping an eye on him.

This place really sucked.

Naoya woke that morning clutching at his chest, his eyes wide and his heart frantic. Wounds covered his skin, each burning, but bandaged and cleaned. The young man held up his arms with a cry, when had this happened?! Why couldn't he remember?! Naoya shot up and swung his legs to the side of the bed, attempting to calm down before he began to hyperventilate.

He didn't get hurt, everything was okay. His brother had told him everything was okay the night before, he wasn't injured, no one was injured. Naoya looked at his arms again as the panic drained and found his arms unmarred. This place... He didn't want to be here anymore... Why were they doing this?

"Nii-san..." Naoya whispered, shaken, but no one answered. His brother was in his own room and his roommate was already gone. After a long moment his nurse entered the room and with some encouragement she escorted the young man to the Sun Room.

"Oh look! Someone for you to talk to," the woman chirped happily, Naoya only nodded. "Now be nice, Miguel." Naoya glanced tiredly at the other boy. Was he really named Miguel or was that another lie?

Leon sneered at the nurse's use of the false name they'd given him. His latest false name, rather--he had to admit, he was still using one just as fake, but using his real name made him feel oddly vulnerable.

At least this one actually seemed closer to his own age, rather than the children the nurses had been shoving him at before. Though the one who knew so much about magic hadn't been half-bad to talk to. Maybe this one could be useful, too. Not that Leon was counting on his luck improving any, at this point.

Still, it wouldn't kill him to be civil, at least for now. If the boy proved annoying, Leon could chase him off. Probably. Heavens forbid he was as stubborn as Stahn. With a rough nod in the general direction of the seat next to him, Leon muttered, "Don't jar my leg too much when you sit." What? It wasn't an insult, right?

Naoya did not reply to either of the two's comments, but he made sure to be careful as he sat down. He didn't want to cause the other young man any further pain. Besides, the other man was trying to be civil (if the odd snippets of thought were anything to go by) Naoya didn't want to upset him.

Well, this was awkward. It would be nice for some sort of personal interaction to not be awkward, one of these days. Maybe Leon should have actually learned something about socialising. "... So, I'm Leon Magnus."

Naoya blinked himself out of his haze at this and immediately felt guilty for ignoring the other man. "I'm sorry," he apologize sincerely. "I didn't mean to be rude... I'm just a little tired..." This was an understatement, but the young clairvoyant didn't want to say this and possibly worry anyone.

"My name is Kirihara Naoya."

"Probably everyone's tired, after a night like that." Well, then again, some people seemed to get by without any problems, like that fool of a man and the bratty little girl. There was clearly no justice in the world.

"So what happened to you?" Not that Leon particularly cared. But if he was going to learn to talk to people, awkward silence was not helpful.

Naoya gave the other man a wane smile. "I'm just not used to combat, but that's more my fault than anything." Yet another understatement Naoya was not going to bring up, mentioning what really happened wouldn't have changed anything so Naoya saw no need. He only hoped his brother was alright... He couldn't remember what happened after they got off the bus.

Naoya glanced at Leon, noting the injuries. "What about you...? Are you going to be alright?"

Considering how tired Raine was, when she first woke up all she could think of was how much she wanted to sleep longer. Trying to burrow deeper under the covers made her notice the juice boxes still stashed in her sling, though; as soon as that registered, she was up and out of bed, moving to hide them in a drawer. The one she'd gotten at breakfast the day before had to be at least half fermented by now... she managed to open both, added the sugar, and cast First Aid over both. It took only a touch of magic to start them; the rest was directed into her shoulder. She breathed out a quiet sigh as some of the lingering pain eased; the injury should be gone, finally. The pain would last a little longer, but that didn't matter much. She hid them under clothes in the very back of the drawer, and would have gone back to bed if a nurse hadn't come in.

Because she hadn't been in the best mood... since she got here, when she was asked where she wanted to go and then was told no, she couldn't go to the library, it was not a good start to her day.

She managed to push that at least somewhat out of her mind when she saw one of the patients from last night, at least. Oddly enough, she had come to trust Kratos again (to some extent), but even if she'd healed the man herself she would have wanted to check on him. "Leon. How are you doing?" She couldn't use First Aid again and be much good that night, but she still thought she should ask. She wasn't as cold as she sometimes seemed.

"You should remedy that quickly, or you won't survive this place," Leon said to the other young man, frowning slightly at the thought of such fragile sorts throwing themselves into danger--it made life so much more difficult for the fighters, having to both shield others and try to kill the monsters. Even that pathetic bard had known something of combat, or at least enough to know that dead weight was not welcome on the battle field.

And then the question he had been... not dreading, but waiting for with anticipatory annoyance, maybe. Worse yet, it was asked not once, but twice in quick succession, when one of the healers from the clinic made an appearance. "... How the hell do you think I'm doing?" He snapped at the woman, sniffing disdainfully. He was in pain, and he was on crutches, and he was completely fucking useless. Oh, he was just peachy.

Day 29: Sun Room

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