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Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)
There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
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No Elle.
Looking around in the Sun Room, he could see no sign of the bitch - and she was a bitch now, especially after zapping him like that. Hot, sure, but a bitch was a bitch and goddamit, that hadn't even been necessary. If she'd just left like they told her, he wouldn't have attacked her and she wouldn't have pissed them off and he'd probably be getting laid tonight instead of wondering what he was going to do about her. Last night it seemed so damn clear once they regained consciousness that they were going to make what they did to Harry and Logan look like a trip to Disneyland. But now that he was back to being human, Brock was annoyed to find he was actually having some minor second-thoughts. It wasn't that he felt guilty about what he did.
But neither was he so sure he was going to torture Elle and kill her slowly either. For one, she was pretty hot and it'd be a waste to just off her and two, he wasn't so sure he'd have the advantage now. She'd be on her guard and they weren't Venom any more. Revenge was one thing but so was self-preservation.
Annoyed, Brock flopped down on one of the couches in the Sun Room, propping his head up with one hand and watching the other patients for a bit before closing his eyes, resting but not quite dozing off.
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Peter had been no help. None whatsoever. He hadn't made her feel better at all - just worse because now Daddy would be upset with her for talking to him.
Once she reached the Sun Room, she looked around for a familiar face she wouldn't want to set on fire, but all she saw was Eddie.
Wonderful.
Slipping on her cheerful expression, Elle bounced over to Eddie and perched next to him on her knees.
"Hi, Eddie." She sounded just about as perky as she could manage. She wasn't threatening him. Not yet.
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Jesus H Christ, speak of the devil.
He turned toward her with narrowed eyes. She looked annoyingly perky. Brock wasn't sure if he really was going to shove her off the couch but he couldn't deny it was really tempting.
"And we're talking why?" he asked. Elle was the only person to actually hurt him, really hurt him, and not just stab him in places he could heal easily from. He found himself leaning back a little from her instinctively, as if distance would even matter, the symbiote wanting nothing more than to just wipe her out before she could come at them again. She was a far bigger threat than Harry or Logan in their minds.