http://human-sponge.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] human-sponge.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-12-16 12:12 am

Day 46: Sun Room

Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

[identity profile] hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com 2009-12-19 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Haku-san cannot be at your side all the time and Hitsugaya can be quite tenacious when he wishes to be," Momo pointed out. "I do ask that your friend not harm the captain unless given no other choice. He may not be my Hitsugaya, but he is still my best friend." That she was avoiding.

"Which is also one of the reasons I am keeping this from him. And most everyone else I am close to. If they knew, they would not let me continue on my course. The end result of the basement, if it is what I believe it is, is not something I can bear to put them through." A pause. "I have both keys, Fowl-san, and I am going to use them."

[identity profile] byname-bynature.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded. "I understand. I'm not going to dissuade you from moving forward. And I will say that I think you are wise for keeping him out of it, if the rumors I have heard are true." To be honest, Artemis still didn't know every detail about the basement, and he didn't know if he ever would. However he'd heard people discussing someone dying, and it was left at that. Whether or not this was a regular death or one related to a specific 'very dangerous place' Obi-Wan had warned him over, he still didn't know. But he had his suspicions.

"I only hope that you will inform your group of everything you already know and everything I've mentioned to you now."

[identity profile] hajike-tobiume.livejournal.com 2009-12-22 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
"If I decide they are the correct group to take, I will," Momo replied, feeling a bit relieved that Artemis was not going to try and talk her out of it.

"There have been some complications courtesy of our host that is delaying things. I believe they can overcome it and a few more days doesn't matter much to me anymore." She smiled. "I really appreciate your counsel."