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] for-marian.livejournal.com 2008-11-23 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Leon had to laugh a bit, and the sound was all too familiarly bitter. "It's very long. But I've been here a long time." Strange to think of two weeks as a long time, but in this place it was quite true--Leon couldn't think of anyone he'd really interacted with back then, except Clark, who was still here. People seemed to come and go very frequently.

It was a shame that Seiya seemed to have found herself other allies, though--she'd been reliable and not unpleasant to work with. "Well, if you find yourself free after all, leave me a note on the message board. If I don't hear from you by the end of lunch I'll make other arrangements."

[identity profile] kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com 2008-11-23 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Making any comments about the line getting shorter thanks to people disappearing or dying was a little too dark for her tastes, although Seiya couldn't help but think of it. Still, lasting long enough without a real weapon to come around to one's turn was itself an accomplishment. She wondered too what would happen to the knife he'd gotten, but they'd traded items at the time and that was fair enough. Traveling to help him get metal was a different, separate issue. In a strange way, it was nice just to be useful.

"I'll post by then," Seiya agreed. After all, if Michiru hadn't contacted her by then, the chances were fairly good the other girl wasn't interested in another night of working together. Considering how well the previous night had gone, it wouldn't be a big surprise. In fairness, Seiya wasn't rushing to find and ask Michiru what she wanted, either...

[identity profile] for-marian.livejournal.com 2008-11-24 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Leon hadn't decided yet what to do with the knife, once he had his sword. He'd thought about trading it to whoever helped him tonight, be it Seiya or someone else, as long as the trip was reasonably successful, but that sort of thing would have to wait until he had the sword in his hand. He wasn't taking any chances on the whole thing falling through, and leaving him without any kind of half-decent blade. But all he said was, "I appreciate your keeping me in the loop," which was as close to thanking anyone as he ever came voluntarily. Thanks implied a debt owed, and Leon did not intend to owe anyone anything.