Sechs woke up slowly and reluctantly in a miserable mix of hot and cold, pain and sweat. Groaning, he found himself buried under two thick layers of blankets again, yet despite the extra coverings, his back stayed cool compared to the rest of his smothered body. After a minute of more begrudged grumbling and struggling with the mess of blankets, he managed to drag himself out of bed. Yet as soon as he had freed himself from the heavy covers, the sweat that drenched his skin seemed to suck in the cold air of the room, sending Sechs on a roller coaster of temperatures. Shivering (and swearing) furiously, Sechs struggled to pull his soaked clothes off.
Dammit, what was that drug doing to him? He hated feeling so tangled up in that sick sweat! And it didn't help that a friendly (but very squeamish) nurse walked into his room in the midst of his unclothed state. After a lot of admonishment from the nurse and her "encouragement" to get Sechs into a fresh new uniform, the redressed Replica was lead out of his room by the usual pair of bulky orderlies and his (still blushing) nurse. Sechs could only growl quietly under his breath at his unwanted company. Was that the best the staff here could do? Deny the torture he had been put through, give him extra blankets to sleep in and throw needles at him when he didn't go quietly?!
Once they had left the patient hallways and entered the sun room, Sechs' eyes stung from the bright afternoon sun that gleamed through the windows. Wasn't it supposed to be morning now? "Crap... How long did I sleep in?" Sechs groggily asked, rubbing at his sore eyes with a fist.
"Just for the morning, Cody," his nurse answered, "You weren't feeling so well last night and needed more sleep--"
"Heh, I sure as hell wasn't feeling 'well' last night!" Sechs scoffed, sending a glare at the two orderlies who flanked him.
The nurse went on as though determined to ignore her patient's comment. "Yesterday's weather has gotten a lot of patients feeling a bit ill, I'm afraid. Today should be much better though! Now go and get yourself something to eat, I'm sure you'll feel better then!"
Anxious to get away from the nurse and fill up his painfully empty and loudly growling stomach, Sechs took little time to barge his way into the buffet (while shoving people away in his wake) and grabbed every meat-related meal he could get. By the time he had nestled himself down with his pile of food into a solitary corner, Sechs was already ravaging up a hapless burger with beastly gusto and a brooding glare in his eyes. His body's need to feed was on autopilot while his brain grounded away over last night's events.
So last night was just another stupid game Landel brewed up for everyone. Figures... Thinking over that bastard's pompous announcement before the night ended left a bitter taste that no amount of burgers and hot dogs could erase. But the night wasn't a complete waste though. Not only had he learned valuable knowledge of the institute's basement, but he also gained a better understanding of his ally, Forte. It was too bad that it was such a painful one though... All it did was feed into his already enormous hatred of the place.
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Dammit, what was that drug doing to him? He hated feeling so tangled up in that sick sweat! And it didn't help that a friendly (but very squeamish) nurse walked into his room in the midst of his unclothed state. After a lot of admonishment from the nurse and her "encouragement" to get Sechs into a fresh new uniform, the redressed Replica was lead out of his room by the usual pair of bulky orderlies and his (still blushing) nurse. Sechs could only growl quietly under his breath at his unwanted company. Was that the best the staff here could do? Deny the torture he had been put through, give him extra blankets to sleep in and throw needles at him when he didn't go quietly?!
Once they had left the patient hallways and entered the sun room, Sechs' eyes stung from the bright afternoon sun that gleamed through the windows. Wasn't it supposed to be morning now? "Crap... How long did I sleep in?" Sechs groggily asked, rubbing at his sore eyes with a fist.
"Just for the morning, Cody," his nurse answered, "You weren't feeling so well last night and needed more sleep--"
"Heh, I sure as hell wasn't feeling 'well' last night!" Sechs scoffed, sending a glare at the two orderlies who flanked him.
The nurse went on as though determined to ignore her patient's comment. "Yesterday's weather has gotten a lot of patients feeling a bit ill, I'm afraid. Today should be much better though! Now go and get yourself something to eat, I'm sure you'll feel better then!"
Anxious to get away from the nurse and fill up his painfully empty and loudly growling stomach, Sechs took little time to barge his way into the buffet (while shoving people away in his wake) and grabbed every meat-related meal he could get. By the time he had nestled himself down with his pile of food into a solitary corner, Sechs was already ravaging up a hapless burger with beastly gusto and a brooding glare in his eyes. His body's need to feed was on autopilot while his brain grounded away over last night's events.
So last night was just another stupid game Landel brewed up for everyone. Figures... Thinking over that bastard's pompous announcement before the night ended left a bitter taste that no amount of burgers and hot dogs could erase. But the night wasn't a complete waste though. Not only had he learned valuable knowledge of the institute's basement, but he also gained a better understanding of his ally, Forte. It was too bad that it was such a painful one though... All it did was feed into his already enormous hatred of the place.