damned_institute | Dayshift 42: Bus 2

Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that slippery skid and the realization of what that was. By the time he yelled, he was sitting straight up in his bed like he'd bolted awake. Like it'd been nothing more than a bad dream. ...What the hell just happened?!

"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).

He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.

But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.

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Pain was the first thing Frey was aware of when he woke. That his left arm was constricted--not only supported by a sling, but also wrapped tightly against his chest with a swath. But moving that arm wasn't a prospect Frey looked forward to, in any case, so he was grateful for the medical treatment. It took longer for him to get up than usual, as a result, so he almost didn't have time to hide his three-part staff before the nurse arrived with his clothes for the field trip.

Much to his embarrassment, Frey needed help getting dressed. He was able to get into the unpleasantly rough trousers by himself--the nurse called them 'jeans' when she returned at his call--but he managed to tangle himself hopelessly in the shirt and feared straining his broken arm if he tried to sort it out himself. So Frey reluctantly let the nurse get the heavy top settled over his bound arm, leaving the left sleeve empty. Getting his arm through the right sleeve was no problem, at least, and Frey took the brown paper bag of food from the nurse with that hand before following her to the buses.

[for Takaya, but go ahead and ask if you'd like to join them]

Takaya woke up, frightened, angry, and really rather upset. He took the black clothing from the nurse with a snarl and once dressed and given the stupid paper sack, poked his head into each bus until he spotted Frey. Climbing into the second one, he walked down the aisle and sat down beside the long-haired boy.

"Hey."

"Good morning, Takaya." Frey had been starting to poke around in the paper sack he'd been given--one-handed, of course--but he paused when Takaya sat down beside him. "Are you okay? I kind of fell on you last night." Frey knew how being touched tended to bother Takaya, especially when it was unexpected.

Takaya blinked for a moment. He'd been so wrapped up in the fact that Frey was hurt he hadn't even paid any attention to the fact that Frey had actually fallen on him. Huh.

He frowned and looked down at his hands for a moment, then shrugged. "Not a big deal. How're you?"

Well, that was a bit of a change. But then, the accidental contact was over and done, so maybe it really wasn't a big deal to Takaya at this point. "I'm okay. They gave me some pain-killers to take with my breakfast. Nothing that will make me sleepy, though."

Takaya frowned, looking over at Frey. "You take 'em?" He didn't really care about the touch, which was strange and had Kagetora curious.

Was he over the whole 'no touch' thing?

Frey shook his head, pulling the muffin out of his paper bag. "No, apparently I'm supposed to have some food in my stomach before I take them." He looked at the pills again, but the name 'naproxen' didn't mean anything to him. At least there was juice to swallow them with.

Takaya shrugs and crosses his arms. It's not a sullen expression, but more as though he can't figure out what to do with them. He's uncomfortable, which isn't new, but not enough to want to move, which is.

Interesting... Kagetora's interest is perked and Takaya frowns.

Frey wasn't entirely sure what to do, aside from eat his muffin. Takaya got frowny when he was worried, and when he was uncomfortable, and presumably also when he was genuinely angry. Which was it this time? It was hard to tell, though usually Frey thought he was getting pretty good at reading Takaya's moods. Well, he could always try asking. Not that that ever worked. "Is something wrong?"

Looking over at Frey, Takaya tried to relax a bit and shook his head. "It's nothing. Just thinking." He shrugged a shoulder and tried to look less... grumpy.

Not that it really worked, but he made the effort.

Dayshift 42: Bus 2

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