Day 37: Breakfast

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[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.

Comments

*lols for like ten minutes* Unending praise, you say? XD

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The sluggishness seemed to sap out of Lugnut, and his head swung up, eyes narrowed and hands fisting.

"Traitor," he hissed, and also stood, moving as if to punch Starscream-- then he lurched to the side, vision going dark for a moment and the world spinning around him. He sat back down, heavily, but that didn't keep him from yelling "Traitor!" at the top of his lungs, pointing at where he remembered Starscream being before his gyroscopes and optics had started malfunctioning. "D-destroy you! You, you tried to scrap him!"

A 'con can dream, can't he? XP

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Starscream took a step back defensively, his arms pointing forward reflexively as if to fire his non-existent null rays. But the hulking Lugnut did not swing at him; instead - no doubt due to the drugs he has been administered - the individual once more sat down, yet his anger and fervor were not diminished. Starscream had been called 'traitor' once before, so the accusation was nothing new.

"I...I did no such thing!" he lied, trying in vain to remember a "Lugnut" among the forces that aided in the assault on Autobot City. "Do you not remember? It was PRIME that destroyed our glorious Megatron, and..." Dammit, stuck in a lie...how foolish of me! I have to improvise... After a brief pause, Starscream continued. "...he appointed ME as the new leader just before going off-line! He said, 'Starscream, you must lead the Decepticons in completely obliterating the Autobots...only then can Cybertron truly be ours.'"

Starscream looked at Lugnut nervously...would he buy it? Not knowing much about the newcomer aside from his temper, he could not be sure, but his stance was nonetheless protective; he'd have to use these weak excuses for limbs if the situation called for it.

Oh, yeah, Screamer can certainly delude hi-- ahem, *dream*. ;3

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"He did not," Lugnut growled, "he came back, you att-- atta-- tried t' kill him again, n-never follow you..." Lugnut was swaying slightly, vision clearing but feeling like he'd crossed wires in his processor, the few moment burst of relative clarity of thought fading under the dizzying disorienting depressant. He shook his head, vaguely, and managed a weak glare towards Starscream. "Traitor. B-backstabbing immort'l traitor."

Re: Oh, yeah, Screamer can certainly delude hi-- ahem, *dream*. ;3

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The poor, deluded Decepticon, Starscream thought, a huge smirk ever widening on his fleshy face. CLEARLY the drugs he has been administered are affecting his logic circuits. This could not have been planned any better for me. The way Lugnut spoke was so unlike any other Decepticon he'd encountered; combined with this notion of being 'immortal' - something he'd rather not test out on his own - suggested to him that this one might not be from his universe.

Hardly a problem.

"Lugnut, my loyal servant..." he started, the sarcasm evident if one were just listening as they passed by. "It is true...there was a time in my past when I attempted many a heinous act upon our glorious leader...but those days are long gone. At least, they are for me; some other beings here have suggested that individuals may hail from the same worlds, but plucked from different points in the timestream, and I fear the same has happened to us! Yes, I'm sure of it! I hail from the future of your world, where Megatron has forgiven my transgressions and seen fit to appoint me as the new leader! You MUST believe me!"

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It was getting harder to focus, his rage diffusing under the calming drugs, but Lugnut still managed to grind out, carefully and purposefully clear, "Think I believe you? Liar. Megatron is no fool." The "from the future" part hadn't yet registered as impossible. "He will not fall, he would not choose you," and the pronoun is as vehement as a curse, "an' you're a slagging horrible leader." He had, after all, spent some months under Starscream's incompetent (and shrieky) command before Megatron had contacted him again, and all they'd accomplished was to make Blitzwing bored.

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"Please," Starscream began, a bit of irritation building in his voice, "you've yet to give me enough time to TRULY prove myself as the competent and rightful leader our Decepticons require." Calm yourself, Starscream...now is not the time to let impatience get in the way...I know you can convince him of your legitimacy. Reaching for a refreshing sip of his juice box, the Decepticon leader stared at the still-intoxicated Lugnut; it did not seem that the effects of the drugs would be evaporating any time soon, so for now, the health of this synthoid body was not in question.

"Listen to me," he resumed, leaning in and speaking in a low and determined voice, "the fact of the matter is that Megatron is. Not. Here. In his absence, there is only me. You and I are all that is left of the Cybertronians, and as I have said time and again...my time for leading the Decepticons was always on the horizon. That time is now, and unless you wish to remain at the mercy of these flesh-creatures and their system-altering chemicals, you will do as I say and follow me as leader. Are we clear?"