Day 36: Waiting Room, Lobby 2

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Celes had actually relaxed enough, speaking to Naminé during lunch, to allow herself a small smile. It thinned into a line, of course when her nurse materialized from nowhere and swept her off, giggling over her 'surprise.'

"Oh won't it be nice?" she chirped as they walked into the waiting room. "You'll be so happy, I am absolutely sure of it." Celes's small smile thinned itself into a line and she was plunked into a chair to await her visitor. Perhaps I shall be lucky, she thought, looking at some ridiculous motivational poster. It won't be anyone I know, not really. Her nurse wandered away and Celes folded her hands on the table, the picture of impatient waiting.

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As Daniel had been speaking to Sean, Sai was tucking the ink and brush as securely as he could manage into the small pockets of his uniform with his free hand. Once the older man was out of the room and Sean was addressing him again, the ninja released his arm with his other hand and grabbed him by the front of hid shirt with both.

His expression was blank, tired but not angry or distraught. Not yet. For several moments he just stood like that, not saying anything because he couldn't form the right questions.

"How are you here?" he finally managed.

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It wasn't long, but with Simon staring at him that way, Sean couldn't help but feel anxious. There was no way to tell what was going to happen next, but he could hope it'd be a good thing. Maybe Simon would look up and suddenly remember it all.

Except he knew that wasn't going to happen. It wasn't that easy, no matter how hard he wanted it to be.

Sean wasn't really prepared for what Simon did say, though. He knew why, but still, he had to keep telling himself that Simon believed he was dead. "Miracles of modern medicine." He hadn't fought Simon's hold up to this point, and he wasn't going to start. The guy could even go off and hit him, if he wanted. Sean didn't care if it meant Simon could get better. "I really didn't die then, Simon. They found a donor and I got a transplant. I know it wasn't easy thinking that I wasn't going to make it, but I did."

Then Sean realized what he said, and his smile faded. He laughed a little, though the sound wasn't cheerful at all. "It was hard. The old man's always saying I don't think about what I say. Guess he's right."

"I couldn't fool you. I'm sorry." Sean looked down then, finding the floor much easier to stare at than Simon's eyes. "I tried to pretend it wasn't as bad as it was, but you knew, and it was too much. It's my fault you're in here, and I'm so sorry Simon."

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Sai didn't know why he was there, but he did know all at once that it wasn't this boy's fault. Even if it was only someone that looked like Shin, he refused to hear that reasoning. If anyone was at fault, it was Landel.

He kept hold of Sean's shirt, eyes focused somewhere around the boy's chin. "It's not..." he said quietly, unsure what he was even trying to say or why. "Don't say that."

If this really was Shin, even if he'd been brainwashed to believe the lies of this world... at least he was alive. He was a alive and he had a family, however small. Would it be better, he wondered, if he was to stay here as well?

Suddenly he shoved Sean away, backing up a couple feet. "No," he choked. "I'm sorry too. I can't listen to you. I shouldn't have made you stay."

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He'd been about to smile again, about to lift up his hands to touch Simon's shoulders. But that spark of acceptance was quick to fade, and a look of confusion came over Sean's face instead when he was shoved back. He hadn't been prepared for it, and he stumbled, just barely managing to keep his balance.

"Simon..." Had it been what he'd said, or just that it was all too much? Either way, Sean knew he'd pushed things too far. He'd just wanted to see Simon so badly, but this was how it had turned out. He didn't blame the guy. Who would?

"You didn't make me stay. I wanted to." Sean straightened out his shirt, just to have something to focus on while he talked. Something other than Simon. "But the old man's going to lecture me if I'm late. So I should probably go. I'll--"

He hesitated. How could he not? But even if Simon didn't want to see him, Sean knew he couldn't just stay away.

"Next time. I'll bring you something better than just a brush and some ink, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. It was now or never, or something like that. Sean turned, and headed off quickly before Simon said anything. It wouldn't have mattered what it was; a single word would've kept him there, and Simon probably didn't need that.

Just like Sean didn't need to start crying in front of the guy.