ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-09 03:17 am

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]

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Michael, enough." The nurse's tone was sharp now. "You can discuss all this with your doctor when you see him. Now come with me to breakfast, or I'm afraid I'll have to call an orderly." Even as she spoke, she was reaching into her pocket, just in case.

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Call an orderly, then. I have enough questions for two of you." Mello wasn't particularly concerned. Even if she called for backup, he'd have a few seconds to neutralize her before anyone else arrived, and as long as he kept it one-on-one, he shouldn't have any problem.

It took another second for him to process the name, and when he did, the cadence of the flashlight against his palm stopped. "What did you call me?" It wasn't his real name, but it was damn close, and he didn't like it one bit.

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"By your name," the nurse said, and she looked over her shoulder and called out that she needed assistance - when it came to new patients, they never took chances. An orderly was standing by just outside the door. She was taking her hand out of her pocket slowly.

"Now stop this right now and come to breakfast."

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not my name," he snapped. He lunged for the nurse, intending to use her as a hostage when the orderly arrived. That should make negotiation easier.

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh dear.

The nurse reacted quickly, glad she'd prepared herself. She snapped her hand up quickly, the syringe now visible, and jabbed Michael neatly in the neck with the sedative.

The orderly arrived in time to lunge forward and try and pull the young man off his poor nurse.

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Shit!

Mello felt the prick of the needle and immediately understood what it meant. He tried to push himself back before the effects of whatever he'd been injected with could be felt, but he soon found himself restrained by someone substantially larger than himself. Motherfucker! He attempted to twist free, but already he could feel his movements turning weak. He mumbled an indecipherable string of profanities.

"Tell me what the fuck is going on," he managed to demand, but his voice was devoid of its usual anger and instead backed by a distant, detached quality. "What's going on?"

He let some of his weight rest against the man who was now holding him up, trying to route all of his energy towards understanding the world around him. Every time his eyes moved, the room seemed to move a second later. Dammit. How had he let this happen?!

Re: Room M3

[identity profile] damned-nurses.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
The orderly said nothing, and the nurse chattered on absently as Mello was 'helped' to breakfast. The nurse filled a tray for him while the orderly placed him in a seat, both assured that Michael wouldn't be causing them any more problems.