damned_institute | Day 43: Intercom, Evening

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.

The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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"Stephen! I will not tolerate the kind of behavior you portrayed in front of your own brother! What were you thinking? I-"

Sync had only been vaguely aware that his nurse was scolding him, though in the end he didn't bother to put forth the effort to listen. It didn't matter to him if these people disapproved of his actions, and he certainly wasn't going to stop if the opportunity sprung up again. His only regret was that he didn't finish the job. That may have been the only time where he had a chance with conditions as good as these.

The God-General scowled, though the sedatives had done a good job watering down these emotions. He had somewhat of a hard time following the latter as she led him down the halls, but he tried his best to remain composed regardless. Thankfully, it wasn't long before they finally reached his room, and he didn't protest when his nurse guided him to his bed.

Sync didn't really care what the nurses were serving him for dinner, collapsing rather clumsily into the mattress and allowing his body to finally rest.

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Just as the swelling and the migraine reduced, pain ate away at his right side of his chest. The nurses would provide something, they had explained, except pain medication and their brand of sedatives couldn't mix. Especially for a twelve-year-old. Especially for him. He'd been too sensitive to the latter.

They did offer another ice pack, which the child accepted in hopes they wouldn't badger him about dinner. Whatever they were serving looked too much like last night, only neatly cut up and covered in...something. Something unappetizing. The woman appeared understanding, fortunately, and bade her farewell.

"Good night," she said. "Take care not to disturb Stephen's sleep." She closed the door.

Nigredo glanced warily at the body on the other end of the room. The older boy seemed out of it. He didn't have to venture far to guess why.

Even in his fogged state Sync could make out light steps, eyes opening only when he heard the door shut. While he wanted nothing more than to just fall back asleep, he knew he couldn't risk having a late start for tonight. There was too much he needed to do, and so remaining awake was crucial until the sedatives wore off on their own.

Maybe this was why he eyed his roommate up and down, holding back a chuckle as he pressed his pillow closer into the side of his face. His words were quieter and somewhat muddled, but he did his best to try and speak clearly anyway.

"I guess your day didn't turn out so well either...?"

The comment took him aback, albeit not enough to shake the impassive expression. "You could say that," he confirmed. The two days blurred enough to count as one, at any rate. "May I ask what happened?"

Nigredo watched Sync for what was a moment longer (as if to emphasize the question) before stepping back toward his own bed. Tonight was going to be complicated enough with or without added strain; he might as well sit down. Another hour wouldn't hurt.

"I had a visitor." The answer was simple, but he figured that his roommate was smart enough to put two and two together. 'Visitors' were nothing more than psychological torture, and Sync had once been arrogant enough to believe that he had no loved ones to ruin him. However, he'd found out personally that they could bring more than just friends and family...

"Did you have one too...?" It was a simple question and Sync didn't care to know any extra details. After all, he'd barely given any himself so he didn't expect much in return.

Visitor. Of course. That event involving pretenses and an element he had yet to name. Nigredo looked down, idly watching the toes of his slippers trail circles on the floor.

"Yes." The answer was short and sweet; anything more on the topic was unnecessary. "I hope the drugs wear off for you soon."

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