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Day 40: Recreational Field
Kio's breakfast ended on a much happier note than it had started. However, for once the announcement truly surprised him. He blinked as his nurse came to pick him up. Recreational Field? But.. but if they had a greenhouse, he wanted to go there. The prospect of gardening was a truly liberating one, an island of joy in this hellhole. He thought about going to the Sun Room and lying down, but it occurred to him that he hadn't had proper fresh air since being here. With a cheery goodbye wave to Honey, he followed his torturer outside.
It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?
Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.
[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]
It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?
Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.
[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]
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Keeping his eyes off the ground and instead on the other patient's face, he saw that the man was searching for a name and quickly helped him out. "Oh, I'm Peter. Sorry for not mentioning it earlier," he said as he extended his hand.
It as only after he'd made the gesture that he remembered that the blond had just been holding the hairball with one of his hands. Peter had to resist jerking his hand back. It wasn't like the guy was diseased...
Right?
"Oh, and I promise I'll stop asking you about it after this, but... what did this ghost look like? Just so I can stay as far away as possible." He was pretty sure the guy would understand that he didn't want to follow in his footsteps when it came to the coughing up ghost hair.
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As for the ghost ... Kira thought about her, keeping his eyes trained on the wall just beyond Peter's head.
"It was on the second floor, in the main hallway - near the banister over the sun room." The banister he had nearly been forced off of. "The ghost was female. She's very pale, with bloodshot eyes and very long, dark hair." Very long was almost an understatement. It seemed like it had been everywhere - curling around his body like a cocoon, stopped only when he tried to slice off her head. And hadn't Hanatarou been stopped by it, too? He couldn't recall - he'd been too busy trying to keep her off him at the time. "If you hear a rattling noise, that's probably an indication that she's coming."
Kira reached up to touch his throat, remembering the feel of that sound, like it had been coming from his own mouth. It was going to haunt his nightmares as much as her eyes.
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He got the feeling it would be necessary at some point, though. If that time came, he would just have to keep his ears open.
"All right, thanks for the information, Kira," he said with a nod. It was kind of difficult trying to steer the conversation to something else when Peter was pretty sure the ghost was the only thing on both of their minds, but he tried nonetheless.
"So, have you had therapy yet?" he asked. He was pretty sure that was far enough away from the previous topic, and it was also something he was genuinely curious about. He wanted to know if anyone else had gone through an experience similar to the one he'd had with Mohinder.