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Entry tags:
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Day 23: Lunch
The second the intercom sounded, while the man on the intercom was still talking, Ashton pulled himself off the couch in the Music Room and slowly made his way to the door. He walked, glided even, as if he were a ghost in a dream. The nurses had already filed up to escort the patients to the lunchroom, and one bustled over to walk Ashton those few feet from one room to another.
"You're not looking very well, Mr. Pritchett," she said cheerfully. "Didn't you enjoy your shower?"
Ashton replied with a small, forced smile, then shook his head. He didn't feel like talking now. Though the nurses were pushy and downright annoying, he figured he owed this one at least a little explanation. They didn't know - or didn't believe - what went on after dark, but he owed them the benefit of the doubt. "Bad day," he decided on telling her.
Bad day indeed. The showers and the music had done nothing for his nerves. But then again, what could get that graphic image out of his head?
He glided ghostily through the taco line and settled on two chicken and bean tacos, with chips, a scoop of guacamole, two churros on the side, and a glass of apple juice. He wasn't used to this sort of food (save the juice) and he wasn't even sure he'd eat it, but the chances were high that he'd be able to pass it off on someone.
He was on the verge of tears again, too. What he would have given to just sit down next to a barrel and eat a hamburger.
Thank goodness the cafeteria was bare just now, too. It left all the corner tables open, the tables that shouted 'Don't talk to me, I'm brooding over here.' He sat at one, pushed his food a little away from him, and buried his head in his arms.
"You're not looking very well, Mr. Pritchett," she said cheerfully. "Didn't you enjoy your shower?"
Ashton replied with a small, forced smile, then shook his head. He didn't feel like talking now. Though the nurses were pushy and downright annoying, he figured he owed this one at least a little explanation. They didn't know - or didn't believe - what went on after dark, but he owed them the benefit of the doubt. "Bad day," he decided on telling her.
Bad day indeed. The showers and the music had done nothing for his nerves. But then again, what could get that graphic image out of his head?
He glided ghostily through the taco line and settled on two chicken and bean tacos, with chips, a scoop of guacamole, two churros on the side, and a glass of apple juice. He wasn't used to this sort of food (save the juice) and he wasn't even sure he'd eat it, but the chances were high that he'd be able to pass it off on someone.
He was on the verge of tears again, too. What he would have given to just sit down next to a barrel and eat a hamburger.
Thank goodness the cafeteria was bare just now, too. It left all the corner tables open, the tables that shouted 'Don't talk to me, I'm brooding over here.' He sat at one, pushed his food a little away from him, and buried his head in his arms.
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He smiled at Aidou, rather bemused. "I don't think I really need to be let off the hook for that. So, did we cover the what's in it for me part yet?"
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He could safely say he was the better vampire to be acquainted with in terms of prey and predator. After so long, his body was attuned to blood tablets, and he was used to taking them (not that it could match the real thing). But demons now? What an exciting life this one led.
Aidou smiled sweetly back. "Yes, you do. And yes, we did. I don't get really angry over you trying to dodge a previous insinuation." He turned his gaze away for a minute, smirking absently. When he looked back he said, "Don't you find healing from wounds so long and tedious? Mmm. Next time you have a painful injury, maybe I'll do something about it. In return."
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"If you might help me, I might give you blood," Jack said. He smiled back, just as sweetly. "If you give your word to help me, I'll give my word to give you blood. It's an even exchange."
Immortal Jack might be, but he still healed normally from non-deadly wounds. That would be quite useful.
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When he looked Jack in the eye, he was deadly serious. "I can't speak for you, but once I give my word, I don't take it back. I'll use my abilities for your sake should you give me blood. Decide now. Deal or not?"
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Not that expected this one to listen to him anymore than he had the entire conversation, but it went without saying.
He slipped off the chair, fluid as silk. "Have a nice afternoon," he sing-songed. He didn't want to talk with Jack anymore with his lunch now finished. Aidou made a beeline for his nurse. The sight of Alucard napping out of the corner of his eye ignited a whole new burst of fury in his chest, which he had to quickly clamp off. Shift was almost finished. He could at least chat with the staff - they were on his hit list too.