Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]

[winged_moon]

Yue was all too pleased to leave the cafeteria by the time lunch was over, even if he still wasn't satisfied that Fai was properly taking care of himself. It was clear that Touya hadn't accepted the answers he'd been given and intended to find out just what the guardian wasn't telling him, and being watched so closely was beginning to get uncomfortable.

It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.

How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.

Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.

In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his own brooding thoughts.

[for Sokka]

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[kindalikedit]

The staff here was fast, he'd give them that. They'd probably been only going at it for a few seconds before they were forced apart, two of the orderlies dragging Slappy away and one of them holding Dean back. Dean's nose was still bleeding, blood dripping down his chin to splatter against his shirt, but he didn't seem to care, still glaring at the other "patient".

"Not long enough," Dean spat back. "And don't act like it hurts, you friggen wuss."

He reached up with his free hand and angrily tried to wipe the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. It just ended up smearing it around. Dean knew what this demon was trying to do; most likely trying to play the pity card (seriously?) and make him look like the bad guy. Then again, from a bystander's point of view, it did look like he'd been the one to instigate but screw that. Slappy had it coming, especially with how he kept gloating about his one year expiration date, and Dean wasn't at all sorry he got to slug the bastard even if it'd been in broad daylight.

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"It was certainly more than long enough," the nurse interjected in a stern tone, frowning toward Ryuk before making a shooing gesture toward the orderlies with him. "I think you'd be better off sitting somewhere else, Mr. Loveday. Perhaps some time in the Music Room?"

Satisfied that at least the two men would be separated now, she turned back toward Dean, her expression softening a little as she pulled a packet of tissues from her pocket and offered him one. "Here, Mr. Derringer, this is probably better than your hand. Sit back down and pinch your nose, mm?" She did seem genuinely concerned for him, even as she continued her lecture. "Don't think I didn't see you starting the little fight, though. You seem to have learned your lesson, though, so I expect you to be on your best behavior from now on."

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"It does hurt you- stupid...sensitive little...girl," he tried snapping back while holding his poor, poor face.

Ryuk was lead away, leaving it too late to shout 'Dead man walking' at Dean. He figured it would have had a real good effect, but he was too late.

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/570932.html?thread=47486260#t47486260).]

[kindalikedit]

Dean took some petty pride seeing that while he might not've drawn blood, he had given Slappy some souvenirs: no doubt he'd be nursing a bruised lip and black eye.

"Thanks," he said and swapped his hand for a tissue, doing as she said and pinching the bridge of his nose. He had the distinct feeling of being scolded like a kid - he was used to bleeding, seeing as his job was more than a little "high risk", but having someone standing over a simple nosebleed and looking at him like that was a new one. He flashed the nurse - not Hello Nurse, but a different one - a grin, the one that usually charmed his way through a female witness's front door. "Sure thing."

He flashed her a thumbs up with the hand that wasn't busy trying to deal with the bloody nose, grinning around the tissue and not caring how he looked. Far as he was concerned, he was already feeling better. Still...for a demon, he didn't get Slappy. Slappy should've been able to toss him around easily but he'd been almost - almost too easy. There weren't such things as wussy demons, were there?

[damned-nurses.livejournal.com]

The nurse nodded slightly, seeming not entirely convinced by his reassurance but accepting it for the time being. At least he no longer would be fighting with that patient for now, though she'd need to keep an eye on this one in the future in case of any more unprovoked attacks.

"See that you do, then. There's no reason why we can't all get along, Mr. Derringer." She nodded to him and bustled off again with her orderly escort in tow, now that he seemed settled enough to no longer cause trouble.