Day 36: Waiting Room/Lobby 2

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Okita hadn't been expecting it when his nurse suddenly appeared in the Game Room. He'd expected to be left alone like last week, but instead she gently took him by the arm and told him he needed to say goodbye to Kaden for now. Okita assumed it was time for his visitor and waved goodbye to him, only to be led off himself. The swordsman had followed obediently into the Sun Room, but when he tried to go off to another room, she stopped him. "Not today, Julian."

Not today? Something about his nurse's demeanor seemed off, almost as if she were worried about something. It wasn't until she led him out of the Sun Room that he understood what was going on. He had a visitor. There were only so many people that would come to visit him in a place like this. His sisters, Tetsu, Kondou or... Okita didn't want to think about the last option.

Taking a step into the waiting room, he stopped at the door and turned to look at his nurse. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" he asked, feeling actual fear for the first time in a long while. If this wasn't some strange punishment/joke for behaving poorly in the chapel, he didn't know what to do. Badou's graffiti was still on his hand and he quickly slipped that hand into his pocket. He could feel the pen there, clipped to the inside of his waistband. The nurse shook her head and moved to the side of the room, keeping a close watch on him as he stayed by the door, trying to hide his anxiety by feigning interest in the strange magazines on a table nearby.

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[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

Something suddenly became clear through his conflicted morass of doubt and confusion when DAX turned to go. His voice, he was leaving and it was like he'd had a part of his home again only to have it torn away from him, and despite everything else, all else, more than anything he wanted DAX to stay.

He reached out a hand to catch his coat, but he was already out of range, and then he nearly stood to follow him and felt a hand on his shoulder. A nurse nearby, no doubt wary about sudden movements after the other conflicts in the visiting room, and ZEX sat back down, trembling. There was so much he didn't expect from this visit, but an almost overpowering sense of loss wasn't one of them.

Now there were words, although he couldn't bring himself to say them. There was no point now. Don't go. ZEX pressed his hands over his eyes. Don't leave me here. Don't do this to me.

He didn't know what else he could do. He kept his head buried in his hands, trembling. If this was a nightmare, ZEX hoped that the Creator would have the mercy to let him wake up.

[damned-visitors.livejournal.com]

He'd speak with Max's doctor before leaving the institute entirely, if there was enough time; Dexter's concerns lay completely with making sure Max got the best care possible.

He didn't look back once as he left the visitor's lobby. There didn't seem any point, when he really did have to leave. He'd see Max next time he came to visit...And hopefully there would have been some improvement by then.