Day 38: Sun Room

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Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No'.

Great.

He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.

Reminded him of grammar school actually.

What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.

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Artemis' sour expression moved slowly into a small smile. "Most likely not, but I'll find someone who won't kill me for crying into... whatever we're eating today.

"Thank you, by the way. There aren't many people who know how to pull me out of things like this."

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Badou found the ceiling suddenly absolutely fascinating. "Well, if you ever need to sob hysterically into my shirt you're welcome to that too."

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Artemis tilted his head slightly and looked up at where Badou was supposedly looking. ...there wasn't anything there, as far as he could tell.

"Careful, I may take you up on that offer. What are we looking at?"

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Badou looked back down again and reached over to push Artemis' head back down and ruffle his hair. He couldn't decide if that was a real question or if Artemis was just being a jerk because Badou failed at emotions. "Nothing. Make sure you eat something too, ok?"

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Artemis felt a slight twinge of discomfort as his attempt to slouch out of Badou's accursed hair-ruffling attack failed. Back braces did that, apparently--made it impossible to bend one's back.

"I will," Artemis promised, scowling again. If he had to comb out giant knots, he would blame Badou. "As much as I'm able, at least. Post-op patients don't tend to have the stomach for much food, but I'll do my best."