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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Hitsugaya woke with a start.
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
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Bella was a wreck – a complete and total wreck.
Last night had been horrifying. She couldn’t remember a lot, but what she could remember was Edward and that … woman fighting, her weapon so close to his skin –
Terror filled the teenager as she moved through the hallways, her breathing very slowly becoming erratic. Thankfully, she was able to keep it silent, so the nurse didn’t catch her in the slightest. She had calmed it down when she entered the cafeteria, her eyes searching for his coppery head of hair. She had to see him. She had to know he was all right.
His words echoed through her head – their first night, he had told her that he had been basically as helpless as a human. Meaning he could be injured.
Meaning last night, he could have been hurt and she –
No. She didn’t want to think about that.
Her terror only rose when she didn’t see Edward anywhere, her heart beat nearly bursting. In an attempt to appear normal, she quickly made her way over to the cereals and grabbed a bowl and a spoon and some milk before moving towards an empty table. He would find her, like he always did. And he would be fine.
Right?
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But - again? He didn't want to be naive enough to think it was all a dream, but -
No, this was the same smell from last night. Was it still night? This looked identical to the same room he had first awoken in. The Fon Master held out an arm curiously, seeing the familiar warm colors of his robe. It came back to him - Anise had said it was weird he had his old clothes. Everyone else had been wearing those dreary grey clothes. Why was he singled out to have his own?
A hospital for insanity? Ion couldn't honestly comprehend the whole situation. It was a lot for the boy to take in.
...but how had they brought him back to life? There was no mistake for death, but - and Anise was here (which made him very glad, indeed!) and the Emperor of all people -
It would be best to save the questions, Ion decided, shifting out of his bed. He was startled to see another sleeping, unfamiliar form at the opposite end of the room, but didn't have the heart to wake him. He was glad he'd remembered to change into the grey clothes before the nurse had come, for he barely had time to yawn before a knock came to the door. When the nurse came to welcome him to the Institute, Ion solemnly nodded, though he added in his own smile. He remembered Anise's words.
When he first entered the cafeteria, he had to marvel at the number of people. It was more than he had expected to see. Ion followed the nurse as she led him to the food line, picking up a few chocolate and blueberry muffins along the way. Turning around to see the whole room, he spotted a girl alone.
That would be the best place to start. Besides, Ion wouldn't have enjoyed eating alone! But when he sat down across from her, he noticed she looked slightly... panicked.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, settling into the chair.
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She always was a terrible liar.
“I’m just … worried about someone, is all.” Who was this little boy and why was he so perceptive? Lifting her eyes to look at the child – green hair? That was pretty random – finally, Bella smiled, reaching out to grasp at her spoon once again. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. Yep. Fine. Perfectly fine. Not stabbed.”
The last part slipped out, and she blushed, ducking her head slightly. “Sorry. Uh.” Trying to change the subject, the teenager grinned. “I’m Bella. Who’re you?”
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He didn't have to further question her to see the problem, and his eyes immediately became wide with concern. "Stabbed? Was he in a gang fight or something?!" That wasn't a good thought to have! But there was always unrest in prisons on Auldrant. Hadn't he heard about a few disruptive gangs gathering in them? He'd never been in one and seen it for himself, but that didn't mean it didn't happen...
"My name is Ion! But why are you here? Did the nurse not let you go to see if he was okay?"
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Gang fight.
Gang fight.
Bella stared at the boy in silence as he spoke, her expression blank as she remembered the day before with Jake’s crazy visitor meeting. He had been in a gang, and Edward had died in a gang. And now this boy thought that Edward had been stabbed from a gang fight that had taken place within the walls of the asylum.
Moments later the girl was laughing so hard tears were stinging her eyes, her head tilting back as her roar of laughter grew. It was as if he had known about the entire visit! Which was funny, considering only Edward had known about the entire thing. To think, this boy was so close to something that had actually happened!
Wiping her eyes of her stray tears, Bella stifled a giggle before finally calming down. “Sorry, no. At least, not in this world. Anyway, we were just … attacked last night and I don’t remember some things, so …”
She sure felt a lot better now.
“Nice to meet you, Ion. And … ah, no. I don’t think they’d allow me to see him … we’re not even supposed to know each other. This place is just … weird.”
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He looked on with concern as she calmed down, but with her final giggles, she seemed okay. Maybe he was worrying too much.
Attacked, she explained. Attacked by what? Anise had mentioned the staff seemed a little out of their minds, but surely they wouldn't attack the patients they had sought to protect? That seemed counterproductive...
"What do you mean? Surely they'd let you know he was okay if he was hurt? What was he attacked by?"
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Knowing her luck, it was fully plausible.
Moving quickly to another table, Bella sat down and frowned, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it’s … this place. It’ll try to tell you you’re crazy or something, but it’s not true. They tell you your life is fake, and that everything you knew was a lie. But, as I said, it’s all bull, so don’t listen. My bo—“ a pause, and Bella sighed, her cheeks turning a slight pink color. “—fiancé is here, and we were both led to believe things that are clearly not true. Like in the ‘real world’, we’re both in a gang and he was killed in a gunfight. You know, stuff like that.”
After a pause, her eyes shut and she frowned, trying to remember the night and what had happened. “I don’t … I … I can’t remember very well. But it was a woman. A really pale woman, with purple hair … and a fire poker.”
The talk of Edward’s attacker only made her feel all the more panicked, and soon she began to shake, her breathing quickening as she tried to get herself under control.
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With a frown, Ion nodded and followed closely behind Bella, looking back several times at the tumble behind them.
As he sat down, getting comfortable once again, his eyes opened in surprise at the continuation of Bella's story. A fire poker? That was very strange. Why would a woman be carrying one of those around? There were no fireplaces here.
Seeing her reaction to the memory, Ion quickly pulled the talk back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just - I've only been here since last night, and the more I hear, the more confused I become." Ion tried a reassuring smile. Seeing all the bandages and splints passed around, surely her fiancé would be alright. "I bet he's only resting from the wound. A lot of people seem to have been injured recently, but they all have bandages on."
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“So you think he was stabbed too?” She quickly asked once Ion spoke again, a desperate look crossing her face. Oh god. So he thought he was stabbed too. The whole ‘resting’ thing made her let out a short laugh – if Edward was sleeping, that just meant that he was going to be all the angrier when he woke up. That anger would only then turn into worry, and that worry would then turn into panic. It was an endless cycle that she doubted he would ever grow out of.
Out of the corner of her eye Bella watched the fight – it appeared to be dying down now. A lot of people were getting stabbed with needles (which made her wince and look away) and as far as she could tell, that wasn’t a good thing. She only hoped that Ion wouldn’t try and look back. Such a thing was not good for a child to see.
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He was about to open his mouth again to ask more questions - his head was absolutely teeming with them - but he gave a surprised gasp when a loud siren began to ring throughout the cafeteria, making him drop one of his muffins to clutch both ears with his hands.
Now he was worried! What could cause a siren to alarm, of all things?
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The moment the siren started going off Bella winced, her own hands lifting to cover her ears the same way Ion did. Suddenly a loud voice started going off over the speakers, and when she turned her head, a nurse was standing at the table, reaching out to grab onto one of Bella’s arms. “Time to leave, Ms. Strapps. You heard the announcement.”
Before Bella could even say anything, she was nearly dragged from the table. Looking back at Ion, she waved her hand quickly before being dragged out and back to her room.
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He didn't have time to wonder about the strange name, giving a half-hearted promise of a wave to Bella to see her again.