"What the hell??" Heat had a feeling he was going to be saying that a lot in this place. While he'd been pretty damn certain he'd been out in the hall just a moment before, he was now back in his bed in this same room again - and back in that shirt, no less! The covers were thrown off as he got to his feet and the shirt followed after. He just had to find Gale again, that was all.
What he didn't expect was for a very small woman to come into his room with a bright chipper smile as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She flipped on the light and he squinted, blinking, as they readjusted. "Good morning, Mr. O'Brien!"
"...Huh?" was his ever-so-eloquent response to the familiar name he hadn't expected to hear any time soon, or ever again.
"Put your shirt back on! You can't go to breakfast like that!"
"Look, I need to know... hey!" The woman was already fussing over him, trying to force the shirt over his head despite his protests. He grabbed it out of her hands and mimicked the actions of Gale from the night before, turning the article of clothing inside out before putting it back on. "There. I'm wearing it. Now you start explaining--"
But the nurse just 'tsk'ed and pulled him up by the arm. She was so small, friendly, and unassuming that Heat wasn't really sure what to do. Trying to get forceful with her just seemed wrong somehow, and Seraph wouldn't have approved. So he let her lead him out of the room. What else was he supposed to do with such a frail little human being? And perhaps, just perhaps, she might lead him to answers.
...Or a bulletin board.
He pulled her to a stop on the way to wherever she was leading, and she allowed him to leave a large message. (How gracious of her.) After that, she tugged him back along with the crowd of patients heading in the same direction. If everyone was heading this way, then it might not be so bad after all. He'd just need to locate the others once he got into the room.
She didn't seem to want to give him the opportunity for this, however. Even as they walked through the line, her prattling on and filling his tray, he was glancing over the unfamiliar faces. He protested when she started leading him toward an already occupied table, but he figured he could keep watching from there as easy as anywhere.
"Who are you?" he grumbled at his tablemate, ignoring the food he'd been given even as his stomach growled.
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What he didn't expect was for a very small woman to come into his room with a bright chipper smile as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She flipped on the light and he squinted, blinking, as they readjusted. "Good morning, Mr. O'Brien!"
"...Huh?" was his ever-so-eloquent response to the familiar name he hadn't expected to hear any time soon, or ever again.
"Put your shirt back on! You can't go to breakfast like that!"
"Look, I need to know... hey!" The woman was already fussing over him, trying to force the shirt over his head despite his protests. He grabbed it out of her hands and mimicked the actions of Gale from the night before, turning the article of clothing inside out before putting it back on. "There. I'm wearing it. Now you start explaining--"
But the nurse just 'tsk'ed and pulled him up by the arm. She was so small, friendly, and unassuming that Heat wasn't really sure what to do. Trying to get forceful with her just seemed wrong somehow, and Seraph wouldn't have approved. So he let her lead him out of the room. What else was he supposed to do with such a frail little human being? And perhaps, just perhaps, she might lead him to answers.
...Or a bulletin board.
He pulled her to a stop on the way to wherever she was leading, and she allowed him to leave a large message. (How gracious of her.) After that, she tugged him back along with the crowd of patients heading in the same direction. If everyone was heading this way, then it might not be so bad after all. He'd just need to locate the others once he got into the room.
She didn't seem to want to give him the opportunity for this, however. Even as they walked through the line, her prattling on and filling his tray, he was glancing over the unfamiliar faces. He protested when she started leading him toward an already occupied table, but he figured he could keep watching from there as easy as anywhere.
"Who are you?" he grumbled at his tablemate, ignoring the food he'd been given even as his stomach growled.