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.

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Qui-Gon finished his breakfast before pushing the tray to the side and giving Obi-Wan his full attention.

"More than a little dangerous, I'd imagine," Qui-Gon said. "But I believe we as Jedi must risk it."

He didn't want to speak specifically for Obi-Wan, but he knew this was his duty to investigate as much as it was his old Master's. If there were answers, they would have to seek it. If it was as dangerous as the Arena...selfishly speaking, Qui-Gon had to admit he wanted to be with Obi-Wan when they tried the North Door. There was no telling if there would be another trial. And while Qui-Gon knew he had to let go of his friend, he couldn't deny that this time he would come with, no matter what he said. They would face this together, as Jedi.

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"While I don't think it's something that should be done carelessly after what occurred the last time we ventured down there," the younger Jedi said slowly, "I do agree that it is ultimately a risk you and I must take." Obi-Wan did want to stress the importance of prudence in this case, though. It was a fact that Martin Landel was expecting them to go down there; there was simply no way to know what they would find.

Except by investigating the area themselves, that is.

"When will we be going?" he asked after a moment. There was no point in asking if they would be working together or not -- under other circumstances, it was possible they would have split off into two groups, but since access the North Door was restricted to only a select few, that left them with even fewer options.

Despite their differences, and everything that had happened up until now, though, Obi-Wan knew there was no other person he'd rather work with.

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"Let's try tonight," Qui-Gon said. He gazed into Obi-Wan's eyes, searching his face. "I'll meet you in the Main Hall outside the patient blocks."

He didn't need to tell him to be prepared. He didn't need to warn him about the dangers. It wouldn't be respecting Obi-Wan as the Jedi he was to treat him like a Padawan. Qui-Gon knew it would be dangerous, possibly more so than the Arena. But whatever happened, Qui-Gon would face it with his friend and confront this: they were a long, long way from help now, possibly in another galaxy, and as far as he knew, they were the only living Jedi in the area (the other lightsaber he'd seen had been covered in blood and it was possible the Jedi - or Sith - had been killed).

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Tonight, then. Despite what had happened two days ago, Obi-Wan knew that tonight was as good as any. They both had sufficient weapons, someone trustworthy to work with, and were in good health. It was likely going to be dangerous, especially since it was apparent the whole thing was planned by Landel. But as long as they were cautious, exploring the North Door was for the best.

It was their duty, after all.

"All right," he replied. The Jedi met his former Master's gaze, unwavering and true. "I'll head there as soon as the doors unlock."