When Jun awoke that morning, it was with a heavy dose of confusion. Why was he back in his room? His chest looked as if he'd never bled at all, as if reliving Maya's death had all been a dream. But that couldn't be true, it just couldn't. That had been reality: what happened to him wasn't a dream, he knew that. The burns that he knew to be on his legs, now bandaged heavily, were proof of that...
"Good morning, Jonathan." A nurse replied as she bustled in, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. That was proof too, that she knew about his burns, but the look on her face told him that she wouldn't answer any of the questions he wanted to ask. He completely ignored the intercom when it came on, as the nurse wheeled him to the Cafeteria. He didn't like being in a wheelchair, that was for sure. The fact that a nurse, who he didn't trust at all, was now responsible for his well-being didn't sit well with him.
But that wasn't important. How was he still alive? If this was really was Nyarlathotep, he probably would've ended it there. No matter how "evil" he was, he wouldn't push Jun to his breaking point, would he? Was he really cruel enough to send him here, make him relive Maya's death through her eyes, die, and then live again?
He might've. Jun couldn't know for sure. It was only recently that he'd even known his father's true identity, after all.
"Let's get you something to eat, okay? You're so thin and pale, Jonathan. We need you to eat more." The nurse broke him out of his reverie again, and he nodded dumbly in response, his train of thought now broken. The cafeteria was mostly empty so far, so the nurse put him at the end of a table right in the middle of it. Jun was sure that she intended for him to talk to people, to be social, but after the night he'd had? She was lucky if he even ate.
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"Good morning, Jonathan." A nurse replied as she bustled in, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. That was proof too, that she knew about his burns, but the look on her face told him that she wouldn't answer any of the questions he wanted to ask. He completely ignored the intercom when it came on, as the nurse wheeled him to the Cafeteria. He didn't like being in a wheelchair, that was for sure. The fact that a nurse, who he didn't trust at all, was now responsible for his well-being didn't sit well with him.
But that wasn't important. How was he still alive? If this was really was Nyarlathotep, he probably would've ended it there. No matter how "evil" he was, he wouldn't push Jun to his breaking point, would he? Was he really cruel enough to send him here, make him relive Maya's death through her eyes, die, and then live again?
He might've. Jun couldn't know for sure. It was only recently that he'd even known his father's true identity, after all.
"Let's get you something to eat, okay? You're so thin and pale, Jonathan. We need you to eat more." The nurse broke him out of his reverie again, and he nodded dumbly in response, his train of thought now broken. The cafeteria was mostly empty so far, so the nurse put him at the end of a table right in the middle of it. Jun was sure that she intended for him to talk to people, to be social, but after the night he'd had? She was lucky if he even ate.
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