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Nightshift 36: M61-M70 hallway

After a pretty uneventful dinner Tyki gratefully inhaled from his cigarette. Oh, how he had missed his nicotine, and it'd be a cold day in hell if he'd ever have to go without them again. The Noah took a moment to enjoy his smoke properly before finally stepping out into the still-deserted hallway.

Landels was another distance away from a smoke-free nut house.

Now that he had everything he had been looking for, Tyki found himself wondering what to do for tonight. He could track down that Shinigami person, but the odds of randomly running into this 'Hinamori Momo' were pretty slim. Searching the building for someone who he wouldn't even recognize wasn't the way he liked doing things, anyway. He'd have to find something else to do for tonight.

He guessed he'd think of something entertaining along the way.

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If there was something Guy wasn't used to, it was someone else offering to do something for him. Even if he had once been nobility, most of his life had been spent as a servant, and he couldn't ever completely get out of the mindset that he should be on-hand to do whatever was needed. Heck, he would launch into an explanation whenever Jade asked him even if he griped about it.

So all he could do was stare at Claude for a moment before sitting on the edge of his bed and nodding slowly. He could have insisted on doing it himself, but it really wasn't the best idea and they would probably waste more time arguing over it.

He smiled wryly at Claude's reaction to his question. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up, but he was pretty sure they had decided not to hide things from each other. If Claude had been sedated, then something must have gone down. "Not too obvious," he assured him. "What happened?" The sorting of his stuff could wait until after the explanation.

It was kind of odd when Guy fell silent and stared at him; Claude nearly asked if there was something on his face, but decided against it once the other blond nodded in agreement. It was almost like he hadn't expected to be told to just sit back and let him tend to things, but what kind of friend could he call himself if he did anything different?

Well, either way, it didn't look like Guy was going to push the issue, so Claude just grinned at him.

He reached down to untie the meat cleaver from his leg. Hopefully it'd give Guy some time to think over where he wanted everything. He imagined the bulk of it would go in the closet, and maybe his friend would keep the blade under his bed or next to him. Still, it seemed a little too forward to just go dumping stuff wherever he thought it should go, so he was willing to wait.

His being sedated was apparently obvious enough for his friend to pick up on it, but maybe Guy was just naturally observant. Either way, it really couldn't be helped, and Claude knew he couldn't complain. It'd been his fault he'd gotten drugged in the first place. Before, it might have been easy to brush off his concern, but after what they'd talked about this morning, there was no reason to try to dance what had happened. Being honest with each other was a two-way street, right?

"Well, the truth is..." The blond stared down at the meat cleaver in his hands, trying to figure out how to word things. "I was sitting in the courtyard when Sync approached me. He kept saying some pretty terrible things and wouldn't stop. I lost my cool, and then the nurses got involved pretty fast after that." Those were the basic details, he knew, but that was how everything had happened. He could have gone into what Sync had said, or how he'd kept following him around, but it probably would have only served to rile himself up again, and it wouldn't have made Guy feel much better, either.

He was still wishing he'd just gone all out and decked him in the face -- at least it would have made his getting sedated worth it. But, in the end, Claude guessed he was lucky he hadn't gotten in worse trouble. Up until now, he'd done a decent job with keeping a low profile during the day.

"It was pretty dumb now that I think back on it, but..." He trailed off as he fidgeted with the meat cleaver a bit. Then he looked up and fixed Guy with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Well, it's over now."

It was a relief to see that Claude had kept the meat cleaver. Night had ended pretty soon after the younger man had gathered it up, so Guy hadn't been entirely sure that the weapon had been salvaged. He hadn't even imagined there would be a time in his life where he was glad to see a meat cleaver, but he wasn't going to get caught up in thoughts like that.

Guy should have figured that Sync had been the cause of Claude's sedation, though he could only marvel at the fact that the God-General had the audacity to go pestering his friend just the day after the attack. Not that Sync played by any logical rules, and Guy had to admit that he didn't blame Claude for reacting the way he did. It seemed that Sync saw Claude as yet another "target" now, and Guy couldn't apologize enough for allowing his friend to get caught up in the Tempest's sick schemes.

He didn't actually voice any of that, though, since he knew Claude would just wave it off. He always seemed to; they were similar in that way.

It was probably better that Claude didn't detail the things Sync had said. Guy could make some pretty good guesses, after all, and he didn't really need (or want) to hear it. "It's pretty difficult to spend too much time around Sync without wanting to slug him," Guy responded with a crooked smile, figuring that Claude had attacked the God-General somehow. Hell, Guy had gotten close to doing that himself. He wouldn't be surprised if he soon got himself sedated for snapping around Sync at the wrong time and place.

"So, let's see..." He continued, craning his neck to get another look at what Claude had brought. "The metal can go in my closet, and the cleaver can go under the bed," he said, keeping his tone casual so it didn't sound like he was ordering Claude around.

Claude couldn't help but snort a little at Guy's comment. Boy, that was an understatement. The fact Sync had an annoying way of not letting up just made it that much worse. "Glad I'm not the only one, then," he replied dryly. Then again, he couldn't really see Guy losing his cool and getting drugged like Claude himself had. More often than not, the older man had a way of keeping his head on straight, even when Claude was on the verge of doing something impulsive or stupid.

He figured Guy was certainly capable of getting riled up, of course. But he hoped his friend would never be pushed to that point. Sedation sucked, not to mention it was a little embarrassing. Plus, in a way, Guy's level-headed nature was kind of a comfort to Claude. It was an admirable trait, really.

"You got it," he said once Guy told him where to put everything. He started with the meat cleaver first. After kneeling down, he carefully tucked it under the bed, making sure it was hidden enough to where a nurse couldn't stumble across it during the day.

"I brought those extra batteries of yours, too," he added as he stood up. "Do you want those in your desk or something?" As he spoke, he jerked his thumb over to the place in question, but paused once he caught sight of the steak dinner. Not only was it uneaten, but it was practically untouched, save for the side dishes. Claude frowned without realizing it.

When Claude moved over to the bed to put the cleaver in its hiding spot, Guy made sure to scoot to the side so that the other man had enough room to do so. As far as Guy knew, the nurses weren't too thorough with their searching, so it wouldn't be a problem. He thought it was strange that the staff didn't do a better job of making sure their patients didn't have anything dangerous stashed, but if their makeshift weapons were getting confiscated all the time that would almost be too unfair.

Landel probably wanted them to have a fighting chance, at the very least.

Oh, right, the batteries! Guy was glad Claude had remembered them, since he was sure he'd been in need of them soon enough. "Yeah, the desk is fine," he confirmed. That was where he had found his original set, so it seemed like the best option.

Claude's frown went unnoticed, mainly because Guy was unable to catch the look from where he was sitting. "So... the metal, the cleaver, and the batteries. That's everything, right?"

As he moved over to the desk, he grabbed the extra flashlight he'd brought. "Okay, in that case, I'll just put your flashlight with the batteries, then." It didn't look like Guy was going to do much wandering around tonight anyway, so that would probably be all right.

Once he was done with that, he stepped over to the pillowcase, which was bulging with metal, and began dragging it towards the closet. "Yeah, I think that pretty much covers everything," he said. It was good his friend finally had his things back. He'd meant to bring the metal and batteries over eventually, but once he'd gotten a hold of Guy's more important things, he'd figured it would be best to haul it all over at once. After all, with the rate of people who went missing, it wouldn't have been any good if he'd disappeared while holding onto someone else's hard-earned things.

Not that Claude intended on going anywhere anytime soon, of course. Well, except home, but that went without saying.

"By the way," he added, "do you not like steak or something? I noticed you didn't eat any of it, so..." They offered a vegetarian dish for people who preferred not eating meat, though, so that didn't seem quite right.

Nodding to Claude as he put both the flashlight and the batteries away, Guy allowed himself to lay back down on the bed, stretching his legs out and letting his sling rest carefully against his chest.

As for the metal, Guy was relieved to physically have it in his possession now. It would be there for him whenever it was his turn to get a weapon, though he still had no idea when that would be. He was sure he would be informed when the time came.

Guy was a little surprised to be asked about his meal (it was a pretty random question), but there was no harm in answering. "Oh, there was just no chance I'd be able to actually cut the steak up, so I didn't even try." He had been busy talking to Okita, anyway. He'd at least made sure to eat a few fries, though.

If Claude offered to cut it for him, Guy wasn't sure he could agree to that. That might be too big of a hit to his pride, even though the protein would probably be good for him at this point.

"I'm kind of surprised the nurses didn't cut it for you," Claude remarked. It was pretty obvious the man had a broken arm, after all. "If that happened to me, I'd be a little mad." The one meal here he actually looked forward to, and then being unable to eat it? Talk about cruel!

Of course, that was him, and he knew other people didn't necessarily share his taste in food. Still, beef could be good when it came to keeping up one's strength, right? For a split second, he actually considered just cutting the steak up for Guy, but he took pause. Had their positions been reserved, he'd probably die at the thought of anyone who wasn't his mother doing something like that, broken arm or not. Steak or not.

"I guess it's gone cold by now," he finished his thoughts out loud. "It probably wouldn't taste very good, huh?"

He pushed the metal fully into the closet now, sitting it in such a way that it wouldn't fall over or spill onto the floor.

"Say," Claude said as he turned to face his friend again. "Did you plan on hanging out in here all night, or did you want to see some healers?" Guy had never said one way or the other, but it seemed like going to the clinic could be pretty beneficial if he wanted to get better as soon as possible.

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Guy figured he could have asked the nurses to do so, but he hadn't really thought about it at the time. He'd been a little too concerned with Okita and the idea that his roommate might snap and attack him without warning. He felt a little better about all of that now, though. He just hoped Okita stayed reigned in for the man's own sake, since it didn't sound like he wanted to lose it and lash out - it just happened.

"Yeah, probably not," Guy agreed, pulled out of his thoughts by Claude's question. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I'll just have to make sure to ask the nurses about it next time." Or maybe they'd be served a meal he could actually eat with one hand. Considering how often people got hurt here, the staff probably should have taken it into account a little more.

When Claude asked the question Guy was still asking himself, he sighed and gave a small half-shrug. "I'm still trying to decide on that. I guess it's not that far, and they're there to help, so..." The sooner he could be part of the team and helping out again, the better, right? He was doing no good just sitting around here. People like His Majesty needed him to stay safe. Something occurred to Guy after the fact, and he quickly looked up and eyed Claude. "Don't think you need to escort me or anything, though. I'm sure you've got stuff you need to do, and I can get there on my own."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Claude said with a nod. There was more he could have mentioned about how he needed to eat for a speedy recovery, but he was sure Guy already knew all that. There wasn't any point in lecturing him about a nutritional diet, of all things.

As for whether to go to the clinic or not, Claude figured it was a no-brainer. "They'd probably be able to help you out somehow." Maybe they even had some people with healing magic. It'd likely be kind of weak, but every little bit helped, right?

Not to mention it was probably a safer place to go, given the circumstances, but he wasn't about to dwell on that for too long.

The truth was, he'd feel better knowing Guy had gotten to the clinic safely, and the best way to go about that was escorting him personally. "I wouldn't have any problem going with you," the blond quickly replied. "I mean, there are other things I want to see to tonight, but I'm not in any huge rush." He paused, folding his arms over his chest. "And it's not because I feel like I 'need' to, either. It'd be something I want to do."

When it came down to it, though, Guy was a grown man, not to mention a capable fighter, and he certainly couldn't force his company on him. Not only that, but for some people, there was the matter of pride to consider. Maybe having an escort would seem like too much. Guy had been right when he said the clinic wasn't far, after all. It wasn't like an excursion to the greenhouse or anything like that.

Claude flashed a quick grin, rubbing the back of his head. "It's your call, though."

Maybe Guy would have had more of a problem with Claude's offer if the younger man had been insisting on it. Instead, he was just expressing the desire to come along, which was easier for Guy to accept. It probably wouldn't take too long to get there (his legs still worked fine, after all), so he wouldn't be infringing on whatever plans Claude had.

On top of that, he did need to keep his promise and tell his friend about his phobia, so they might be able to get that taken care of as they made the trip over.

"All right, if you really want to," he said lightly, smiling at the other man as he made the attempt to stand once again. Even though he didn't really want to admit as much, it would be relieving to have someone along for the trip. Then when he was in the hands of the healers, Claude could be on his way.

Now, the question of what to take. He didn't really need much, so all Guy picked up was the flashlight from his desk. It wasn't like he had another hand to even hold a weapon, and taking one would almost seem like he was asking to get attacked.

"Ready?" he asked once he had his flashlight in hand, turning to Claude.

"Okay, great," he replied, returning the smile. It was kind of a relief to know that he'd able to accompany his friend, even if he wasn't going to say that out loud.

The blond grabbed his own flashlight, and for a moment, he couldn't help but glance around for that dumb clothes rod of his. He caught himself when he realized he'd left it behind in order to carry everything over, though. Well, it couldn't be helped, he guessed. Hopefully nothing would jump out of nowhere while they were walking. But since they were mostly staying within the patient blocks, they'd probably be fine.

Of course, he knew he'd be venturing out further once he left Guy with the healers. It looked like he'd have to cross that bridge when he got to it.

"Let's go, then." With that, he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

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