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.

[identity profile] bewarethecute.livejournal.com 2008-11-21 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Okay." If it was just that she was tired, then that wasn't so bad. And Orihime already planned to take a nap, which meant she'd feel better. Ururu thought it was a good idea, so she didn't pry into it. Instead, she put her tray on the table, and sat next to Orihime.

"My arm is okay. Thank you." If Orhime hadn't healed it, Ururu probably still wouldn't be able to use it. But now there was just pink where the burn had been, something that looked like a sunburn instead of the severe damage that was there. "It itches a little. I won't scratch it though. Tessai-san says you shouldn't."

Ururu took the second glass of juice off of her tray, and offered it to Orihime. "I got you some juice. Why aren't you eating Orihime-san? It'll help you feel better."

[identity profile] simpleastherain.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Orihime nodded. She was glad it was feeling a lot better than last night. That was the kind of thing she should focus on, at least until the burial. If she just kept being depressed, she would end up dragging everyone else down with her and that wouldn't be any good. She didn't think Ururu knew yet and she didn't know if she should tell the girl. She didn't want to.

"Thank you." Orihime replied, accepting the juice. She took a sip of it, feeling more and more like Fai must feel when she caught him trying to hide something. "I'm not really hungry right now. I'll try to eat a lot of lunch after my nap to make up for it, ok?"

[identity profile] bewarethecute.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ururu didn't know just then; otherwise, she'd be as upset as Orihime. As it stood, the little girl did her best to make sure her friend was okay. Orihime had worked very hard the night before, and Ururu wanted to help her not just because they were friends, but to say thank you. Part of Orihime's effort went to heal Ururu, after all.

Plus, the girl felt a little bad at the way Orihime had gotten upset at both her and Kurogane-san the night before. Not that she would've been any less supportive if she didn't feel guilty. But it gave her a little extra motivation.

"Okay. I'll make sure to watch too. So if you don't eat, I'll come over and feed you." Ururu was beginning to learn that it took very forceful tactics to make sure her friends took care of themselves. So she would be more like Tessai-san if she had to, if it meant they'd be okay.

[identity profile] simpleastherain.livejournal.com 2008-11-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Orihime smiled, a little more genuinely this time. "Ok. If I don't eat you can come and feed me. Just make sure you eat your food too, ok? Otherwise I'll come feed you."

She would have to eat her lunch no matter what if she was going to sit with Renamon, but she supposed it wouldn't do any harm as long as she could keep it down. It would make Ururu less worried, anyway. She let her mind wonder to the food instead. "...Actually, I'll come and feed you sometime if you want. It sounds like it would be fun."