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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.
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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"We'll never know what's down there otherwise," the blond agreed. But it'd also make sense that some people would opt out of going, especially considering how busy a lot of the captives were without factoring in basement patrol. "I'll bet some clubs have chosen people to go looking around in the basement, but with those stories about someone dying, they might be a little more careful."
People could get desperate, though. Especially if it was true that the basement was the only way home.
Claude's smile only brightened when Anise returned the sentiment, not quite realizing how funny his face looked to the girl right then. "That's kind of you to offer. Thanks, Anise!" Of course, he wouldn't want to burden her with any of his problems, but it was always nice to know he could depend on her if he were in a bind. He suspected she had combat experience, what with that spell, or whatever it was she'd pulled off, during their fight in the music room. Anise was probably a bit like Leon in that they were both young, but were made out of tougher stuff than they looked. Come to think of it, he and Guy had talked a little bit about that during Doyleton, hadn't they?
"Oh, you know, I should introduce you to a friend of mine sometime," the blond added. "Maybe you two would get along."
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Clearly interested, she leaned forward on the table with a girlish giggle. "Is he handsome?"
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But it was best to focus on the lighter topics, so he smiled. "I'd say he's pretty good-looking," he replied. "And extremely smart, too. He was one of the highest ranking scientists for a king before he joined up with me, you know."
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How did Claude know that was her type of guy? He didn't, did he? He wasn't even intending to play matchmaker, it seemed, despite Anise's own motives and intentions. So there just had to be something he thought Anise had in common with this mystery friend. But that was a good thing, too! It would be easier to get to know him that way.
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As for whether they'd hit it off, those sort of things were trickier. Guy had initially suggested they meet, and the more Claude thought about it, the more he figured it wouldn't hurt, at the very least. The blond couldn't help but smile at the girl's bright eagerness. "Well, I don't know for certain, but it'd be nice if you guys got along. I think having someone like you to talk to would do him good. And, anyway, you can't have too many friends in a place like this, right?"
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"Someone like me, huh?" the girl echoed, her bright smile still plastered on her face. Someone like what? Someone cute? Or maybe it was her cheerfulness - which wasn't always genuine, but it did tend to cheer other people up. If that was the case, then he certainly would benefit from her company! And Anise already had an idea as to how she could benefit from his. "Right! I'd love to meet him."
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"Great!" he said with a nod. "We'll just have to arrange that in the next day or so, then."
He was still grinning a bit as he wiped some syrup from the side of his mouth. Sure things were pretty gloomy around here, but that didn't mean they couldn't keep their chins up, right?