To say Armand felt frustrated at finding himself back in his bed when he felt the night had barely begun would be an understatement. All three of them had arrived late, but no one thought it was that close to the end of the night. He could even recall Dr. Landel's taunting words.
He lay a moment and contemplated the Head Doctor's new words, but then ignoring the other side of the room as if it weren't there, he shoved his covers aside and went to get his hair ribbon from his closet. He'd be forced to endure the ordeal of public showers today. Leaving it down afterward was the fastest way of drying it but for now, he wanted it back. In contrast to how it normally felt, the strands crackled, coarse and dry, against his fingers. Living here was not healthy.
The nurse didn't even appear to notice the hair ribbon this time. "Let's hurry, Gilles," she said. "There are new people to meet, and the staff are all very busy. Come along, like a good boy."
He followed her, muttering that he wasn't a child. He didn't even attempt to fake his usually cheerful smiles, nor even was he crashingly depressed. He was some kind of angry, and in Armand that hardly showed at all. He wasn't a stranger to being angry, but today, it was more a cloak and shield for him, protecting his thoughts and self, than it was a weapon to lash out at others.
The toast purported to be French. He'd never seen toast like that before he'd arrived here. He suspected Sir Percy was more French; at least he'd been to France. The nurse commented that he looked a bit thin and filled his plate with the high calorie, rich foods that he usually avoided. "Now eat up. You want to stay strong and healthy don't you?" Armand nodded, still not speaking directly to her. He wondered if she cared.
Then she led him to a table where a youth sat, obviously enjoying the food. Armand sat down and arranged his dishes, then started cutting up the strange toast. "Good morning," he said. He didn't feel it was a good day, but he still couldn't make himself be rude. "Tis likely the best part of our days here. In the morning, one still has hope. Sometimes." His was all dried up and dead.
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He lay a moment and contemplated the Head Doctor's new words, but then ignoring the other side of the room as if it weren't there, he shoved his covers aside and went to get his hair ribbon from his closet. He'd be forced to endure the ordeal of public showers today. Leaving it down afterward was the fastest way of drying it but for now, he wanted it back. In contrast to how it normally felt, the strands crackled, coarse and dry, against his fingers. Living here was not healthy.
The nurse didn't even appear to notice the hair ribbon this time. "Let's hurry, Gilles," she said. "There are new people to meet, and the staff are all very busy. Come along, like a good boy."
He followed her, muttering that he wasn't a child. He didn't even attempt to fake his usually cheerful smiles, nor even was he crashingly depressed. He was some kind of angry, and in Armand that hardly showed at all. He wasn't a stranger to being angry, but today, it was more a cloak and shield for him, protecting his thoughts and self, than it was a weapon to lash out at others.
The toast purported to be French. He'd never seen toast like that before he'd arrived here. He suspected Sir Percy was more French; at least he'd been to France. The nurse commented that he looked a bit thin and filled his plate with the high calorie, rich foods that he usually avoided. "Now eat up. You want to stay strong and healthy don't you?" Armand nodded, still not speaking directly to her. He wondered if she cared.
Then she led him to a table where a youth sat, obviously enjoying the food. Armand sat down and arranged his dishes, then started cutting up the strange toast. "Good morning," he said. He didn't feel it was a good day, but he still couldn't make himself be rude. "Tis likely the best part of our days here. In the morning, one still has hope. Sometimes." His was all dried up and dead.
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