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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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Orihime couldn't make her hands stop shaking. She'd thought, maybe, she would be alright if she just told herself that Rukia wasn't gone just like Ichigo wasn't gone - maybe lost, and they'd started their club to find them. That was alright. So she shouldn't be sad, or worried, or scared to death for what might have happened to them because they weren't gone, just a little lost. And she would be fine because she needed to be fine because people were already so hurt without her problems on them. That was what she told herself. And she couldn't stop her hands from shaking.
Renji was dead. Not lost, but dead. And though they hadn't talked much really, she still considered him a friend. He was one of the people who had come when she was lost, and just like that time she was trapped while her friends fell away one by one.
She left her breakfast tray. She didn't think she could eat, anyway. The nurse let her sit somewhere quiet and put her head down. She wasn't going to cry. She just wanted to sleep a little bit more. Maybe if she had some time to breathe, she could collect herself enough to talk to Keman later. As much as it hurt, she knew she had to keep going. It was just right now..she needed to breathe.
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Ururu had felt much better when she woke up that morning, and she hoped it was the same for everyone else. Her arm still hurt a little, but she could use it now, and that was good. Skuld wasn't in the room though, and Ururu hoped she was okay. When the nurse came, she went quietly without asking questions, because she didn't think they'd tell her the truth about what happened.
Everything was going well that morning, up until the point Ururu saw Orihime. The girl wasn't eating, and that was bad. She also had her head down, and Ururu wondered if maybe Orihime was still too tired from the night before. Making sure to get an extra glass of juice, the little girl went over to her friend's side, setting her tray down before patting Orihime on the arm.
"Wh-what's wrong, Orihime-san?" She didn't like seeing her friends sad, and Ururu hoped nothing bad had happened.
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Orihime stirred when she heard Ururu's voice and lifted her head. Despite her resolve, she'd been crying a little, but it was all dried up now and she hoped she just looked tired.
"...I'm sleepy. Last night was lots of work even if we just stayed in, but it was sort of nice too when Kurogane-san finally listened." She replied a little sheepishly. She wasn't really lying, just stretching the truth a little. She even smiled at the little girl. "Don't worry, I might take a nap next shift and then I'll be back to 100%! How's your arm feeling, anyway?"
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"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."
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"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?"
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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.
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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."