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Day 50: Chapel
The last thing Claude heard was the Head Doctor's voice faintly filtering into the corridors of the ship before he found himself tucked beneath the sheets of his bed. It took a moment to register he'd even changed locations, but then he he abruptly sat up, fought the wave of nausea that washed over him, and felt the blankets beneath his fingers. The room. He was back in his room now. Under different circumstances, he might have wondered if last night had been some horrid dream, but the sharp pain in his eyes gave him a rude awakening. Hissing through his teeth, Claude buried the heels of his palms against his lids, only to discover two cold compresses had been taped over them.
"Good morning, Thomas," he heard the nurse's cheerful voice from beside his bed. Her sudden presence nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he sharply turned toward the source of the greeting, heart beating rapidly in his chest. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well today, but hopefully you can still enjoy some of the activities we have planned."
'Not feeling well' was a bit of an understatement. His hand hurt, his stomach kept turning with every movement, and it felt like someone had dumped a bunch of sand into both eye sockets. Right now, Claude just wanted the nurse to leave him be, but it didn't look like that was an option. Taking his uninjured hand, she gently tugged him out of bed, despite his protests that, no, really, he just wanted to stay in and sleep, please.
"I think getting out of your room a little bit will do you good," she told him. "I'm sorry your eyes are probably hurting, though. If you're ever feeling uncomfortable, don't hesitate to ask one of us for some pills."
"What about eye drops?" Claude asked tightly.
"Oh, no, too much of that could damage your eyes," she cautioned, and the sheer irony of the situation hit Claude so hard that it would have been laughable if he didn't already feel like crying right then. The nurse was as oblivious to it as always, however. "I know you usually go into the chapel during this shift. Would you like to go there again?" Claude didn't answered immediately, but that didn't deter the nurse. "Yes, I think that sounds best..."
In truth, he probably should have requested the sun room -- it was closer, for one, which meant the nurse didn't have to lead him as far of a distance. For another, lying down on one of their sofas sounded like a good option. But by the time Claude came to that conclusion, he was too stubborn to say anything, and he made his way up to the second floor, his footing slow, but steady.
The nurse deposited him on one of the central pews, next to the aisle, before leaving him to himself. Thankfully, it was still early in the shift. As he paused to listen, the room was mostly silent, save for the footsteps and hushed voices of the occasional staff member or patient who trickled in. But it was probably only a matter of time before others came. For some reason, the thought of being stuck in a crowded room made him tense, not necessarily because he thought anyone would pay him any mind, but because he simply didn't want it right then.
Somehow, the full implications of what happened last night hadn't sunken in: experiments, healing himself, the issue of whether he could actually go home after this, not being able to see, the ship, father. Instead, he just felt saturated with all of it, paralyzed by the horror of what they'd done to him, and the uncertainty of what it all meant beyond this moment. Claude took a shuddering breath, uninjured hand balling into a fist in his lap.
[For Guy.]
"Good morning, Thomas," he heard the nurse's cheerful voice from beside his bed. Her sudden presence nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he sharply turned toward the source of the greeting, heart beating rapidly in his chest. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well today, but hopefully you can still enjoy some of the activities we have planned."
'Not feeling well' was a bit of an understatement. His hand hurt, his stomach kept turning with every movement, and it felt like someone had dumped a bunch of sand into both eye sockets. Right now, Claude just wanted the nurse to leave him be, but it didn't look like that was an option. Taking his uninjured hand, she gently tugged him out of bed, despite his protests that, no, really, he just wanted to stay in and sleep, please.
"I think getting out of your room a little bit will do you good," she told him. "I'm sorry your eyes are probably hurting, though. If you're ever feeling uncomfortable, don't hesitate to ask one of us for some pills."
"What about eye drops?" Claude asked tightly.
"Oh, no, too much of that could damage your eyes," she cautioned, and the sheer irony of the situation hit Claude so hard that it would have been laughable if he didn't already feel like crying right then. The nurse was as oblivious to it as always, however. "I know you usually go into the chapel during this shift. Would you like to go there again?" Claude didn't answered immediately, but that didn't deter the nurse. "Yes, I think that sounds best..."
In truth, he probably should have requested the sun room -- it was closer, for one, which meant the nurse didn't have to lead him as far of a distance. For another, lying down on one of their sofas sounded like a good option. But by the time Claude came to that conclusion, he was too stubborn to say anything, and he made his way up to the second floor, his footing slow, but steady.
The nurse deposited him on one of the central pews, next to the aisle, before leaving him to himself. Thankfully, it was still early in the shift. As he paused to listen, the room was mostly silent, save for the footsteps and hushed voices of the occasional staff member or patient who trickled in. But it was probably only a matter of time before others came. For some reason, the thought of being stuck in a crowded room made him tense, not necessarily because he thought anyone would pay him any mind, but because he simply didn't want it right then.
Somehow, the full implications of what happened last night hadn't sunken in: experiments, healing himself, the issue of whether he could actually go home after this, not being able to see, the ship, father. Instead, he just felt saturated with all of it, paralyzed by the horror of what they'd done to him, and the uncertainty of what it all meant beyond this moment. Claude took a shuddering breath, uninjured hand balling into a fist in his lap.
[For Guy.]
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Sai waited patiently for everything to sink in, saying nothing at first but keeping a faint smile. He honestly hadn't expected Kiba to believe everything right off. Though he didn't know the other teen well and he wasn't the best when it came to reading people, stubbornness practically seeped from the boy's pores.
"The same thing that keeps everyone else here. I've yet to see anyone escape, merely disappear." Naruto, for example, had been there when he'd first arrived, but since then had disappeared and returned twice - both times with no memory of having been there before. For now, however, he'd keep that bit of information to himself. "If you try to escape during the day, you'll be captured and sedated. Your only chance is at night, but getting anywhere is extremely difficult."
And the more of them there were to get out, the harder things were going to be. He couldn't make a run for it and leave the others, though whether he thought it was even worth making an attempt at this point was still up in the air.
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Wrong as Kiba probably was, he refused to believe things were as worrying as they appeared to be. Sai made things sound damn bleak if he had been in this place a month and still hadn't found a way out. Though it would certainly would take more than Sai telling him these things to make all that he had just told him true. Kiba had all read noticed that the majority of his chakra was blocked, that his nose wasn't as reliable as it should be, but that wasn't enough. Not hardly. All it was was a minor (if annoying) setback.
He looked away then, black eyes darting around the Chapel, searching for any new, familiar faces. "So, who else is stuck here? Naruto, you, Sakura, Shikamaru--am I missing anyone?" Those were the people he was sure of; the presences he had confirmed some way or another. Perhaps if he had made it farther during the night, he might have been able to ascertain more information about who was here and who wasn't. His nose had been better then, but even with it, the scents were vague, mixed, harder to distinguish--and even though some scents had distinctly familiar edge to them, Kiba was used to having things so transparent and obvious that a sliver of doubt couldn't help but prick at him in its spare time.
Besides, he might as well get whatever information he could out of Sai while he was here anyway.
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Kiba was like Naruto in some ways, but also completely different. From the looks of it, it was possible that he was even easier to accidentally insult than the blond, so he didn't say as much as he could have about it just not being that easy to break out. The other ninja would find out soon enough, so why make things look bleaker than they must already look to him? His abilities would prove useful here, even if they were dampened and he'd be without the usual dog companion all members of the Inuzuka clan had.
It was easier to answer the next question, and a slight subject change was welcome. "At last count, there was Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Maito Gai, Jiraiya of the Sannin, an old friend of Kakashi-san's named Uchiha Obito, and those that have been here longer than I have - Uchiha Sasuke and Haku of the Village Hidden in the Mist."