Day 30: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

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While he waited for his bulletin board correspondant, Farfarello perused the library's offerings once more. There was no sign of any of the books he'd requested in the suggestion box but he wasn't very suprised that this was the case--even if, by some chance, the Head Doctor actually intended to grant any of the reasonable requests it still would probably take more than a day for anything to happen. The wheels turned slowly, in institutions, and there was no reason for a fake institution to be any speedier than a real one.

For lack of anything better, Farfarello pulled down the Histories volume of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. A little Richard III would keep him diverted for a short while, anyway.

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So much for having a quiet moment to himself. Despite his distinct lack of enthusiasm, though, Light managed to conjure up a smile and turned in the direction of Misa's voice, looking for all the world like he was genuinely happy to see her. The act was more for the other patients' benefit than hers, true, but since it was in his best interests to keep her happy regardless, there was no real harm in it.

Also being quiet to avoid disturbing the other patients, he set down his book and said, "Hello, Misa. How have you been doing so far?" A silly sort of question to ask when he'd seen her not too long ago, but since it was her first day, it was still mostly relevant.

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"Misa's clean now!" Misa mock-whispered, doing a little twirl as she walked. Her hair, still wet, sent a few stray drops flying in several directions. "She's still angry at that nurse for what she did at breakfast, though. Humph."

Standing behind Light and leaning over to get a look at the book he was reading Misa smiled a little, "But it's okay. Even if they tear me away from my Light, I'll always find my way back to him..."

Slowly, she drew closer to Light, feeling his body heat call to her as she stood there leaning over him... his shoulder was so close... she could bend over a little, lean her head against him, and then in a soft, soothing voice he'd say... he'd say...

"Eric, Melissa, it's time for dinner."

Misa's eye almost twitched.