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] 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?"
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.