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Day 37: Breakfast
[for Sylar, I believe]
At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.
“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.
Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.
It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”
“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.
Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.
At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.
“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.
Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.
It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”
“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.
Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.
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The girl didn't even seem to notice how strange it was to face a person and tell them they'd died. Perhaps she already knew about the time differences. Itachi's mind latched onto the pointless little observation, unable to comprehend the entirety of this new knowledge.
It wasn't that he had ever been afraid of death. He just hadn't thought about it much, not in that way. It had been an abstract concept, one to work with in theoretical calculations, but anything that involved him being laid low had been outside of his basic understanding.
He could see that now, he was aware of things now that he had never even conceived of before. Before being deprived of something he identified as me, myself, Uchiha Itachi more than his own face. Before being physically overpowered, unable to see and unable to see, unable to have his way without even trying. Before scrabbling around powerlessly, before knowing what it was not to be able to put reality into motion merely through willing it. Now he knew what the sensations of uncertainty, anxiety, vulnerability were, and he knew that there was so much he had not understood before. Not things that he had needed to understand, mind, but he also hadn't understood death and he didn't need that realization now.
What if staying here was the only way to stay alive? What if he really was going to fail (he could hardly even believe the existence of the word)? What if -- what if he were already dead?
No. This was stupid. He wasn't dead, and he wasn't going to die, he couldn't. He needed to focus, deal with the situation, accomplish his goals one step at a time. Sasuke -- he didn't even want to think about to handle that one. Sasuke was here (Sasuke was going to kill him) but he couldn't afford to care. He didn't care about any of this, he didn't care what this worthless girl did with her life, he just wanted to (live) get out.
"Of course I know what he wants," Itachi snapped. "I'm his brother." Reducing Sasuke to a list of easily-predicted goals was so much more convenient. (His own brother was going to kill him.)
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"Do you?" Sakura couldn't help but shake her head at that. "Unless you're on your knees begging him for forgiveness, you better stay far away from him." And that was that. Dusting herself off, Sakura turned to leave.
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"I don't need to go near him," he said with a shadow of a smirk, even as she turned away. "He'll come after me." Not that he particularly wanted Sasuke to come after him right now, but she did not need to know that.
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She was done with Itachi though, and had every intention of making good on her threat. With team 7 here, there was no way Akatsuki was getting anywhere near him.