Wally was curiously quiet as he headed into the cafeteria along with the rest of the patients, not even sparing a glance or a smile for the nurses or any of the familiar faces he saw around the place. Instead he just collected his tray and traditional, overly large selection of various foods, not to mention a large glass of water, and steered himself on autopilot until he found a place that was empty to sit down.

His thoughts were chasing themselves around and around in circles about everything that had happened last night, with himself and with Zack. It hurt that he hadn't been able to be there when someone he cared about needed him, and it hurt worse when that person assumed Wally wouldn't want to help them as much as possible. But try as he might, Wally couldn't think of any easy way to deal with it all just yet, so he was stuck with things going around and around and around, like water circling a drain.

Even the food wasn't much of a distraction, since while he ate rapidly enough - his metabolism seeing to that as always - he barely noticed what it was that he was eating or what it tasted like.

[for Badou]