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Day 43: Sun Room, 4th Shift

The late-afternoon sun filled the large, open Sun Room. It was almost enough to make you sleepy, Euphemia thought, as she walked in, brushing a little glitter off her shirt. She didn't particularly feel like she was up to much - the worrying about everyone had drained her, as much as she'd tried not to think too much about it.

With that thought in the back of her mind, she walked over towards the bulletin board. It looked like it was cleared off at the end of the day, because now it was filled with information. She made a note of the 'primer' post, then began copying the maps onto some paper she'd taken with her from the Arts and Crafts Room.

One more thing struck her, though - the idea of visitors. Was this what all the announcements about graduates were? She thought of the others then, and frowned, hoping that neither of them were going through anything like that today.

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Elated to have a good surprise for once, Teisel returned the grin. "Oh yeah?" He sobered for a moment. "Last I heard, you got in a fight with Hell's tabby and lost. What happened?"

Had that note on the board a few days ago been a hoax? But why would anyone in here need to lie about another patient's death? It didn't make sense, and while Teisel was glad to have his friend back, it bothered him to think that someone might have put one over on him.

Forte also looked serious for a moment... "Well, last I remember, I was bleeding on the floor, and everything was fading out..." then his smile returned, "but Depth Charge and I killed the cat, and here I am now, so by my count, we won."

Something about Forte's explanation sounded...suspect, seeing as it seemed Forte himself couldn't remember much of what had happened.

Screw it. It didn't matter now, whatever had happened. There was no point in pressing the issue and upsetting the poor kid. "Can't argue with that, I guess."

He stood there a moment, at a loos for words and feeling awkward. There were a thousand things running through his mind, seeing a friend returned from the dead before he'd even had a chance to mourn the guy. He was relieved, of course, and as close to happy as it was possible to be in here. The guilt he'd felt when he'd found out about Forte's 'death' was making a comeback, though. Teisel should have been there, should have helped somehow. He'd more or less abandoned the kid to fend for himself, and where had he been when Forte had been attacked? Perfectly safe and useless in Zex's room. Teisel wasn't a man to feel ashamed, but he'd taken a liking to the kid, and it would have been such a small thing to just keep an eye on him...

However, these were all things that men like Forte and himself simply didn't say, ever, so he shrugged instead. "Well, you're upright and breathing, and that's the important thing."

Forte was having a long day, and it was refreshing to reunite with someone that didn't bombard him with questions. He still felt like he should say something, though, and he hadn't had a chance to ask anyone else about the strange intercom messages in person.

"So, did I miss anything? What's with the new voice? They're saying on the board that someone finally got to Landel."

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Naturally the kid would ask something that Teisel couldn't answer. Feeling foolish, he twirled a piece of his hair. "Beats me, kid. I've been having some..." Blackouts? Memory problems? Or was Todd just lucid all those times that he couldn't remem- No. That was no road to go down now. That doctor had called him by his name; that should be enough proof that he wasn't some nutcase. "Well, I've had some issues the last couple days, you could say, and I'm not caught up on the news yet. Tell you what, though," he grumbled, "If Landel is out of the picture then I feel friggin' cheated."

One of the things that kept Teisel, and probably half the patient population, going was the thought of giving that man his just desserts. Explosively. Having someone new in charge was galling on several levels. For one, it was looking like taking out the head doctor wouldn't really get them anywhere if someone new would just step in to fill the hole. Also, a new head honcho meant the rules of the game were likely to change, and just when Teisel was getting used to the way things ran here, too. Noticing that he was beginning to sulk, he shook himself out of his thoughts. "A new boss might make things around here more dangerous. Landel's a bastard, but he seemed happy enough to just watch us run around. These new clowns might be more...what's the word? Proactive."

It was upsetting, now that he really thought about it. Sure, sometimes a nurse would take over the announcements for ol' Pencil Neck, but today's announcements were different. Official. Businesslike. Teisel hated businesslike. "We'll have to get you back on your feet and armed. You can't afford to get hurt like this again." Teisel's nerves couldn't afford Forte getting hurt again. He had more than enough to worry about.

Forte shared Teisel's sentiment. Sure, the patients all couldn't be the one to finish off Landel, but he would've liked a good swing at him. And it wasn't even a patient, apparently, but those zombies - mindless and probably didn't even enjoy it. But he still let Teisel's concern fly right over his head (the pirate being less persuasive than Sheena).

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be back on my feet again - and if I could live through that, I can live through anything." He looked down at his slung arm, and added, "but I do need something to block with besides my- this arm. It's definitely not as durable as my real one." Saying it out loud, he realized he'd started to think of this as his own body, but he needed to remember it wasn't - he was just stuck in it until he found a way to fix himself - all the more reason he shouldn't worry about it being damaged if he could keep going.

"That," Teisel snapped, "is exactly the attitude that'll get you in trouble again! You're worse than Tron!" Stumbling momentarily over the comparison, Teisel cleared his throat. Once he'd composed himself somewhat, he went on. "If you lived through one monster, it means you lived through one monster. Once."

Pulling himself out of what would have been an impressive scolding, Teisel sighed. "I've been using a length of pipe the last few days. Seems to work pretty good. 'Course," he went on, "you can't swing much of anything with your arm like that." It was probably a little cruel to point out Forte's temporary handicap like that, but the kid seemed to be under the impression that his injuries were no big deal. He had to get it through his thick head that keeping himself in one piece was more important than winning a fight. ...Well, when it came to monsters, anyway.

Forte scoffed at the chiding. Obviously, he wasn't going to run out now, when he couldn't even stand without his side screaming at him. His response was also a lot less sincere than the one he'd given Sheena.

"Fine, I'll take care of myself. And I can wait to get a weapon. I'll just get myself healed, and wait until I can get even stronger before I try again, the same as I always do.

"And I can't move my arm because I still have my face." He didn't actually stick his tongue out at Teisel, but the intention was clear from his tone - he was still intent on being proud of himself, regardless of his current condition. If he had had a metal pipe, he'd probably be fine now.

Mollified, Teisel nodded his approval. "Good. See that you do." Come to think of it, Tron made a lot of the same assurances to get out of a lecture, not all of which she followed through on...

"You face wouldn't have been much of a loss," Teisel snapped back. He wasn't in the mood for any sass. Not that he usually was in the mood for it, but still.

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