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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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That was the first time, Xigbar had to say, that that had happened. He'd been transformed into a duck thingie... and then punted straight out of nightshift. Seriously; one moment he was flying through the air, about to brain himself on the cafeteria door, and the next he was bolt upright, aching in his limbs and his own normal size.
And he had his weapons. Most important thing of all, that.
Still, Xigbar felt disoriented and a bit disappointed... and yet, his mind was buzzing with ideas. 'Back to the room, back to the room, back to the room,' like a bunch of Finkelstein's less-brilliant collections. Could it be...? Yeah, had to be. Which meant that Xigbar had some business to take care of tonight.
With a bright smile on his face, he started chowing down on meat and French toast; he'd need all the energy he could get. Speaking of... mmmmm, a lake of syrup to drown his food in. Man, everything else sucked, but at least there was good grub~!
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The skulls and bleeding snow were gone. That alone gave Brook something to be happy for when morning came around. Oh, and it wasn't so freezing anymore either! Or maybe he'd gone so numb that he just couldn't tell and it still was cold, but no matter. He didn't feel cold and the breakfast food sure looked warm and delicious!
He kindly thanked the ladies behind the food line and turned to find someone to cheer up. That had become a habit, meeting someone new every mealtime, and breakfast was especially important for meeting people. Bad nights were never a good thing, and Brook took it upon himself to cheer people up! Mornings were supposed to be a happy time, after all!
The place he approached had a man with strangely colored hair and an eyepatch, but Brook paid those no mind and laughed instead. "Yohohohohoho! Good morning! Would you mind if I sat with you, sir?" he asked energetically, but did not look as though he would take no for an answer even if the man did not want company.
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"You sound like you've just shipped in from Port Royal, dude. 'xcept for that 'good morning' part, of course. I'd consider it a lot better if I weren't here." He grinned as he propped up his chin on the back of a hand, glancing at Brook with a rather curious, quizzical sort of gaze in his one yellow eye. "...an' you can call me Xigbar, too. 'Sir' makes it sound like I'm some stuffed shirt somewhere, don't you think?"
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He didn't mind the gaze Xigbar gave him, only returning it with a pleasant grin. "Xigbar-san then! It is a pleasure. You may call me Brook. And I certainly do not think of you as a 'stuffed shirt'. How could I, we've only just met!" He pointed out, despite the fact being painfully obvious. At least Brook was pretty sure he'd never met a person named Xigbar before. Still, he did know a fair many men who would be seen with eye-patches. "Are you a pirate then, Xigbar-san?"
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Ah well. Xigbar chuckled at the question, seeming quite flattered at it and therefore ignoring the incredibly, blatantly obvious points that were being raised. "Yeah, I've been known to do a bit of piratin' every now and again," he easily answered. "You? Kinda figure as much, but I could be wrong."
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"Really? It's been a while since I've met another pirate here! The ones I know are my friends. Ah, and yes, that makes me a pirate as well, I suppose. Yohohohoho!" He wished for his hat so that he could tip it, but he settled for a slight tilting of his head instead. "I am the musician for the Straw Hat Pirate crew under Monkey D. Luffy. What crew might you have sailed with, Xigbar-san? Oh, or have you been in a few, since you said every now and then? A Part-time-Pirate, yes? Yohohohohoho!"
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Still, the man was a pretty happy guy and he had a lot of promise, so why not keep going with it? "Oh, I've been in a few here'n there. My 'real' job's got enough cut-throats in it that I don't get to stay long enough for more'n one voyage at a time." Which was a pain, the pirate's life was most certainly for Xigbar! "Tell me 'bout your crew? An' a musician? Hah, I know someone you might get along with. Not a pirate, but a dude that's kinda up your alley."