Day 45: Breakfast

[mukuchi.livejournal.com]

Mori woke with a start. He lay on the bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and sighed quietly. Another day, another round of shifts and people and-- Wait a minute. Breathing in carefully, Mori's brow knit together as he realized that his ribs were no longer broken. After testing his collarbone, he found that it, too, was healing faster than it should have. Not that he was complaining, but there was something odd about broken bones setting so quickly. Pushing himself up out of bed, the teen shook his head, knowing that he'd have another day or two of the sling and then he'd be free from it.

But more important than that was finding out how Mitsukuni was doing. The last thing he remembered was the bathroom and gathering metal. Since they were together at the end of the night, Mori was certain that Mitsukuni would be fine, but...well, he still liked to confirm such things with his own eyes. With the twins gone and Tamaki still missing, Mori didn't want to take any chances anymore. Especially not with the strange announcements this morning.

As usual, his nurse came to collect him and helped him into his sling. Then he followed her quietly into the cafeteria, taking notice of the unusually empty bulletin board. They really were cracking down on it already. Weird. Even weirder? For once, he was the first into the room. Picking up a tray, he pointed out what he wanted, making sure to take double of the pancakes (asking to keep them away from the sausages for now), double of the strawberry jam and biscuits, and an extra helping of fruit. To top it off? Milk. It'd help his bones mend. Hopefully.

Going to a nearby seat, Mori took a look around the empty room and shivered. Kind of eerie in here without anyone else but the nurses. Someone was certain to come sooner or later though, right? He hoped so at least.

[for Chihaya]

Comments

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"This is just a shot in the dark, but I almost wonder if he experienced Doyle's death. It would be ironic, and I suspect the irony would be part of Doyle's objective in doing so, based on what I know of past behavior." That would certainly add an interesting spin to the whole affair: if the point had been to make Landel relive that...hm.

"I agree. I don't have any light to shed on the question of 'dogs', but it's true, 'Jill' hasn't broadcast anything for quite some time. At least a week." Edgeworth tapped his pen against his notebook, thinking that over. "That information has to be here on the premises somewhere. If not here, then in town. It's a matter of finding where."

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" The typing paused and Lunge raised an eyebrow at Edgeworth, head tilting to the side. There was an interesting proposal. "I hadn't considered that," he admitted with a smile, and this time it was genuine; he hadn't expected to find competency quite so early in the morning. "You think he would want to make such a bold statement?"

Now, however, came the question of just how involved he wanted Edgeworth to be in his investigation. After a moment's thought, he relented- the man seemed trustworthy enough, for all the cracks about prosecutors, and L's penchant secrecy would just have to be satisfied with vagueness rather than outright avoidance. "I'll be looking into the ruins outside of the Institute tonight. Do you know them?"