http://mukuchi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mukuchi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-11-03 10:27 pm

Day 45: Breakfast

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]

[identity profile] deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com 2009-11-08 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh how stupid of him! She was probably actually physically ill! Not every sickness had a mental reason, despite where they were. That would explain the headache and whatnot! But what if she had a cold? He wasn't so much worried about catching what she had as he was worried she might collapse under the fever. And how would he explain that?! Oh, yes, I was speaking with her and she fell ill with a fever and collapsed. Yeah, that would go over well.

Geoffrey felt his nerves start to frazzle again and he peered at her in concern. She didn't look particularly ill. But then, she didn't exactly seem to want to talk about it either. And if he watched her too closely, his eyes went to her hair again and-- "Oh, I see... I do hope you feel better soon then. It's a shame to be ill when you're feeling better in other ways."