Day 37: Breakfast

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[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.

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[screwthegods]

"Of course." Homura had planned on including MOMO as one of the members, as soon as he received confirmation of her involvement that night. The difficulty was that of their numbers, MOMO was the only one who could heal, and she had far too many bodies to deal with. There was little chance that Okita would be able enough to go into the fight without having to be helped first, draining MOMO of precious energy. And that didn't account for the injuries Homura had suffered, nor any the rest of the team he would put together might already have. "But making return trips might have its benefits. The room had been used, probably that same night. There were beds, and medicine bottles that were half-emptied when we got in there."

He almost felt like there was something he was missing then. Homura had seen the room, of course, but he didn't understand its purpose. There was one other area he hadn't yet mentioned, but that seemed important, and he mulled over it as he muttered. "And outfits other than the uniforms."

Whatever it was, Homura couldn't put the connections together yet. Regardless of that, he still smiled when Kenren answered him, honestly, about what he expected from the future. The reassurance that what had become wouldn't change was a welcome comfort, and he reached over to touch Kenren's hand as he nodded. "Thank you."

The report about the night past was brief, and while there hadn't been positive results, there was no damage done--at least, none that had been reported. At the mention of the ill-tempered priest having a bad night, the demi-god smirked. "Did he shoot you? I seem to remember him having a fondness for that, for some reason." Homura was certain he'd been shot at, and more than once, though at the moment he couldn't remember the details of those encounters.

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"I'm not saying that we shouldn't go back, just that we want to get as good a look through there as we can in a single go. We can't be fighting nurses every night after all. Even for such fine warriors as we are, they're pretty tough opponents." They were fast and strong and damn persistent. He frowned slightly, considering what Homura had said about what they'd found. "A medical wing maybe?" They had to have one after all; someone had to bandage the wounds sustained during the night, and considering how serious some of them could be, then they'd need pretty good facilities. Although the half empty bottles suggested that they'd been used that night.

His eyes narrowed when he mentioned outfits. "What kind of outfits?" he asked curiously. There was something important there, he was beginning to think, he just couldn't quite fit the pieces together. "Like what a nurse would wear or...?"

He smiled when Homura thanked him, brushing his fingers over Homura's lightly instead of replying out loud. He'd be some kind of hypocrite if he spurned Homura because of changed memories after all.

A pained grimace crossed Kenren's face when Homura asked about Sanzo. "He did. It's just a graze though," he replied, reaching up to touch his shoulder lightly. "I should have been paying more attention."