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.
ext_201929: (Uncertain)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't been able to do anything!

Allelujah woke with a gasp, every muscle tense and ready to throw himself into the fight, to aid River against that man. He didn't care whether or not the man was a brainwashed patient, just that he was hurting River, someone who was like Allelujah. He'd killed so many of their brethren that he could hardly allow another of them to be killed.

His hair was plastered to his forehead and he quickly brushed it to cover his right eye before the nurses arrived to take him to breakfast. He only relaxed finally when he spotted River at one table, talking to another man. That was a relief at least. He let himself be guided to a table, and set his tray down carefully before sitting.

[identity profile] manhattan-red.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ouch.

Brooklyn missed the wonderful healing sleep of a gargoyle more and more every day. He still wasn't used to waking up and still being in pain. On the plus side, at leasts his wounds were now wrapped better than they'd been the night before. Perhaps Nate had found their efforts worth it, but...

The nurse that came to get him that morning offered him assistance but he turned it down (causing a momentary feeling of deja vu). He'd have to check and see how well the boy was doing.

...Except he didn't see him. After gathering a heaping helping of breakfast he found instead another somewhat familiar face. Smiling, he eased himself carefully into the seat across from him, trying to take care with the new stitches he could feel in his side. "Good morning. Think we got cut a bit short last time."
ext_201929: (Tea Time/Calm/Secretive)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Allelujah looked up from his meal when the other man approached, and smiled at him tiredly. "Morning," he replied, not quite cheerfully, but he wasn't sounding depressed or hurt either, which was always a good sign. "The nurses seem to like cutting people off before they're finished with talking, don't they?" he continued, a faint smile quirking his lips. They just kept doing it. He'd think that it was a conspiracy if the entire place weren't one huge conspiracy of epic proportions. He should be expecting conspiratorial things.

[identity profile] manhattan-red.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, you'd think they didn't like us socializing, but then they'll shove us off towards someone else. It's like they're trying to keep us confused or something." Brooklyn grinned. Confusion seemed to be the main goal of this place, so it really shouldn't be surprising.

His plate was about three-fourths sausage and bacon with a side of french toast - all piled a bit more than necessary, but he was freakin' hungry. He popped a whole piece of bacon in his mouth before even going for his fork. "So, how was your night?"
ext_201929: (Adorable Landel's Shirt Alle)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I think they probably don't want us to form alliances so they break us up quickly. Not that it seems to be doing them any good at all." There were plenty of alliances being formed after all. That much was obvious. He shrugged. "Or maybe during the day time they really do think we'd be better off talking with lots of people to 'help' us." It was irritating to be forced to interact with people whom he didn't know. It made him edgy and uncertain.

He turned his attention back to his food for a few minutes, eating the toast and a bit of bacon. "Not much happened," he said with a shrug. "I delivered something to a- a friend and then went upstairs. Yourself?"

[identity profile] manhattan-red.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I was upstairs too, actually." Brooklyn hadn't seen Allelujah at all, but then the second floor had a fair many places to be. They could have gone up separate stairs. "A friend and I went... looking for something." Nate might not like him discussing the radio clue with others, but he could just avoid mentioning what they found.

He shrugged, wincing a bit after he did. "Ran into something big and nasty. We both got beat up a little." Which still angered him to some degree. He'd meant to keep Nate from getting hurt as well. The kid couldn't fight at all.
ext_201929: (Serious/Suspicious)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"It seems to get fairly busy up there at night," Allelujah said with a small smile. It was getting busy. he'd been lucky the other night that no-one had taken the chemicals first before he could get there. He was curious about what they'd looked for, but wasn't prepared to push for more information. It was none of his business really.

"I know what that feels like," he said dryly when Brooklyn mentioned the injuries. "Happened to me when I went into the laboratory up there."

[identity profile] manhattan-red.livejournal.com 2008-11-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Then you've got my sympathies." Brooklyn smiled again. "I hate seeing people get hurt here. This place isn't fit for anyone at night." And somehow, though he was grateful for the meals, being fed well during the day didn't quite make up for that. Even if they did have some darn good bacon.

He was right about the upstairs. There was any number of items up there patients might find useful, which was why it was bound to attract patients en masse. The gargoyle was still unsure if it was actually worth it.
ext_201929: (Scared Child)

[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2008-11-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm used to being injured," Allelujah replied lightly. It was nothing new and he hadn't had his head cut open by doctors yet here. Compared to that possibility, the monsters were disconcerting, but just animals following their instincts. A wry smile appeared on his lips. "If it was fit for people at night, then it would be a real hospital. Or perhaps they'd still be experimenting on people and just not even bother with a facade during the day." The day time at least was something of a reprieve, when they were pretending to care about what happened to the patients, even if it left him on edge and uncomfortable.