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.
flashyaudacity: (Kaito: ticked)

[personal profile] flashyaudacity 2008-11-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Kaito groaned and pulled himself out of bed, silently cursing the timing of last night. He and Yukari had gotten over the wall, and then it was morning? They'd gotten out, but they hadn't even gotten to look around? Great.

He kept quiet when his nurse came in and took him to breakfast, stopping briefly in the sunroom on the way so that he could take a look at the bulletin board. She waited until he got his breakfast before leaving him to his own devices in the cafeteria.

Kaito looked around, spotting Yukari chatting with a young girl. He wanted to check in with her later, but he didn't want to interrupt her conversation to do it… He'd just find her later on when she was free.

He kept looking around, hoping to find someone he knew to talk to. He spotted Hattori next, sitting with Kudou, and kept looking…

…only for his gaze to snap right back to the pair. Kudou? Kudou Shinichi, "Detective of the East," was here!? And he… wasn't pint-sized?

Well that was just about perfect.

He needed to get close enough to hear what the two detectives were saying, but he didn't want to risk Kudou or Hattori catching him eavesdropping. He navigated his way around the edge of the room, eventually settling on a seat off to one side and slightly behind the detectives. He wasn't close enough to hear everything, but he could catch some words and keep an eye on them.

[Free to anyone who doesn't mind a slightly distracted thief]