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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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At the question concerning Claire's mother having any abilities, Wesker paused to think for a moment before shaking his head just slightly. "I never saw anything to indicate that she did have abilities... but my abilities had not yet fully developed at that point, and she didn't know about my regeneration."
That was certainly a safe answer, it was unlikely Wesker would ever meet Claire's real biological mother, so he would never get to investigate to see if she did possess any unusual abilities.
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"Thanks...really," Claire said. From the looks of the nurses starting to enter the cafeteria, she knew the shift would be changing soon. "I've felt alone for so long - like a freak..."
Despite the comfort she'd gotten from Renji and Eric, she couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't belong. But that was slowly changing.
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He found himself regretting the fact that he didn't have any Hunters at his disposal, it would eliminate his need to have other combat capable patients around... Wesker would've even settle for Krauser, so long as the man could keep his mouth shut.
"However... I would like to inform you that it might not be... safe to let certain people know that you're my daughter. I've made a lot of enemies, and there is someone here from my work, he's from a different part of the company, and therefore doesn't know about my abilities, but be careful. His name is Captain Jack, and there might be others as well that you need to be wary of. People who might use you to get to me." That was certainly true, he needed to prepare her in case people started saying bad things about her, or tried to attack her because of a supposed relation to him.