Day 36: Waiting Room, Lobby 2

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

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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[damned-visitors.livejournal.com]

"I'll do my best. But the next chance is in another week." And who knew what the board would manage to do in that time. If William could get out before then, that would be ideal. But he'd have to convince the doctors that he was better, and Phoebe wasn't sure William was going to be able to do that... or even willing to try.

[i-dont-paint.livejournal.com]

A week. It sounded like forever. Even though he didn't really intend to stake anything on the chance that some part of this sham might be real, it sounded like forever. Tony grimaced, and replied wryly, "By which point I might have actually seen one of the doctors here. He can use the time to set things in rolling, start to work overturning whatever scraped-together motion landed me in here. And drop a hint to Coulson about sniffing around the board. Let them sweat a little."

He thought better of the last words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Did she know about the aggravating agent? Was he supposed to, in this strange, fictional life someone had dreamt up? He wasn't even sure if it mattered if he tipped his hand, if she knew as well as he that William Sandia was nothing more than fiction. The hell with it, he decided. He couldn't be expected to play along if he didn't even know the game.

[damned-visitors.livejournal.com]

The name she didn't recognise made Phoebe's heart sink, just a little, but she tried not to let it show on her face. One weird name didn't meant William was living some kind of screwed-up fantasy life like the board said. It didn't. And William had never been that great at remembering things that didn't have anything to do with his current pet project. "I'll get it done." It didn't matter. She'd do what she could, like always. He was her boss, and her... he was her boss. She'd get it done.