damned_institute | Day 36: Intercom, Evening

The intercom's jingle rang out and the somewhat uninhibited movement that was going on between the main activity rooms halted as the Head Doctor made one of his usual announcements.

"Good evening everyone, and I'm very pleased to see so many of you in such high spirits after meeting with your loved ones! However, like with all good things, it can't last forever, so I ask now for nurses to escort our patients in the waiting rooms and in the main areas back to their rooms, where they will be treated with a special Sunday... steak! That's right: today, we'll be serving juicy, delicious steak with fries and cooked vegetables on the side – simple enough for everyone to like and good enough for everyone to thoroughly enjoy! (Our patients with specialized diets will receive their alternate meals, of course.) Our usual beverages are available, and for dessert, we'll be serving warm slices of apple pie.

"After all, patients, t's always wonderful to see all of you cooperating with the staff even when given so much freedom, so I'd like to personally thank and congratulate all of you for helping us, your family, and more importantly, yourselves. Hopefully, we can help you to a speedy recovery so that you can see your loved ones more often, but first... dinner! I hope to speak with you all again soon."

The intercom clicked off.

[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. Thank you!

On an added note, just wanted to clarify to players of characters who are canonly vegetarians and the like that you get to decide (within reasonable and realistic limits) what kind of diet your character gets from the staff. :3 ]

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Frey immediately ran to Takaya's side, when he saw the state his roommate was in. He demanded answers from the nurse, but all she told him was that Takaya had been "sedated" and restrained "for safety's sake." He was left with strict instructions not to loose Takaya's restraints--instructions he ignored as soon as the door was closed behind the nurse.

It was tricky, though, undoing the nearest wrist restraint without touching Takaya. Getting the far one would be impossible. Maybe one would be enough, and Takaya could do the rest himself? It certainly didn't look that way... "Takaya? Takaya, can you hear me...?"

Neither side of the teenager was in much of a state to do anything except blink slowly up at Frey.

"Br'kin." Whether he was referring to his wrist, Naoe's nose, or the state he himself was in was unclear. He didn't want Frey over him though, and he shied away, uncaring of the strain it put on his broken wrist.

"Oh, that's right. I should be able to heal it a little more tonight. I should probably eat first to give me energy, though." Frey moved away from Takaya carefully, then went to fetch both dinner trays. He put them on the dresser for a moment, then grabbed a desk chair and hauled it to the side of Takaya's bed. "There, now I can sit here, nearby, and you don't need to worry about me touching you. Do you want some of your dinner?"

They turned their face away towards the wall, not interested in mundane things like dinner and made a noncommital sound.

Both sides of his mind were too busy trying to make sense of everything that had happened, that had been said, and which of the pair would be the one in control when they finally regained sense.

Frey sighed, not sure what else he could possibly do. For now he focused on his own dinner, the tray balanced carefully on his lap, so that he would have enough energy to heal Takaya's wrist again. Was it better or worse than it had been last night? Takaya didn't seem to have much care for his own health, and Frey was concerned that he'd managed to re-injure it. Healing it was possibly a losing battle, if that was the case, but Frey still had to try. "If there's anything I can do... if you can even tell me..."

Takaya made a soft sound and his free hand twitched where it lay. He didn't turn his head back though.

"Vs..iter. Mmm. Bad." While the higher functions of their shared brain where occupied, he could still respond. "Brken ... nose." There was a brief half-smile that crossed his face before going slack again. The drugs were wearing off... But which side would be in control?

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