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] jokers-wildcard.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Calm down? How can I be calm?" she said, still angry but obviously a little bit quieter about it.

It had been horrible thinking Red had come to visit her only to tell her she was delusional and leave her trapped here. But if that had been a fake, that meant Red hadn't come to visit her at all. So again, no one had really come to see her after all this time. No one had found her. She wasn't sure which situation was worse.

She turned her voice into a loud whisper, as though this would somehow make her appear more calm. "How do ya know they're fake people, anyway? Ya ever get one pop up for you? Or did ya find a secret clone lab-thing somewhere?"

Not that Harley would know what to do if she ever found said lab, but that was beside the point.

[identity profile] mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com 2008-11-22 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"First of all, drink your juice," Sheena said, pointing at the glass on Harley's tray. "It'll help. Secondly, shut up for a moment and take a few slow deep breaths." if that didn't calm the woman down, Sheena... well she wasn't sure what she'd do.

"To answer your other questions, no I haven't had a visitor yet, but my friend has. As much as she's pissing me off at the moment, she is like the smartest person I know. When she says the people visiting aren't really the people they look like, then I believe her." Sheena grumbled a bit to herself for having praised Raine.

"I don't know how they get people who look like people we know, but this is an evil place. People running human ranches can't be trusted. They're just trying to break our spirits by bringing in convincing look-a-likes trying to convince us we're crazy since that makes us much more pliable to whatever the hell they're going to use us for."