damned_institute | Day 52: Sun Room

No better way to start the day than with a bucket full of sunshine, huh? Too bad that'd been the opposite.

In the end, Yuffie had been more than glad to escape. All the angst and sap and drama; it'd been too much, and way too personal. She'd done her best, for her friend's sake, but that Tomoe chick was gonna be hard work. Why couldn't Kenshin have asked for her help in something simple, like killing the big bad of the day?

… Oh, wait.

Groaning, the young ninja gave up on just walking through the sun room. What kind of a way to cheer herself up was that? No, she needed something interesting—she needed a distraction. Walking on her hands wasn't a whole lot better than walking on her feet, but it did get Plucky going.

"Hanna, stop that this instant! You'll break your neck."

"Oh, come on; only a moron'd kill themselves doin' a handstand. They're child's play!" Yuffie, after shifting her weight to her left hand, waggled a finger at her nurse. "It's a waste of my prodigious talent, actually. You really should be grateful." She hopped forward several more paces before dropping her hand back down.

"Be that as it may," Plucky replied, doubtfully. "I must insist."

"Insist away," said Yuffie, nonchalantly, pausing just long enough to let a cat stroll past her.

"You'll disturb the other patients!"

"Your face'll disturb the other patients." It was petty, and it was childish, but Yuffie didn't care; it was getting her what she wanted. And what she wanted was something to laugh at, something to poke at, something that, while it kept her wandering attention in the here and now, didn't really require her to think.

[For Kaito~]

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She looked like crap, and that was saying it nicely. Dean stood by the door for a second.

Donna wasn't much like he'd imagined the Doctor's fuck buddy to look like (ignoring the whole...ass kicked by some psycho doctor part). Not only that, but she had to have some of the worst luck he'd ever seen to get picked out of everyone for those "sleep studies". He couldn't help staring at the mess of bandages covering her partially shaved head as he headed toward her, taking a seat next to her and remembering right at the last moment not to flop down like he normally would. He knew that look. It wasn't exactly the I've-got-a-hangover look, but way he figured it, the less jostling around, the better. Same probably went with loud noises.

When Dean spoke, his voice was lowered, “Don’t suppose they gave you something for that,” he said with a sympathetic grin, gesturing at all over her. There wasn’t one thing in particular he could point at. Donna’s head was probably killig her and those ritualistic cuts on the back of her hands were deep. He still couldn’t identify what the markings meant. They looked like something you’d use in a cult or some kind of summoning, except cutting that kind of thing into your flesh wasn’t that usual for summoning.

Still, he figured there was one plus to this. Donna was alive, which was really something to shoot for when you were surrounded by spirits and bloodsuckers. Usually there weren’t much in the way of survivors.

The voice didn't help when it came, and neither did the fact that whoever it was decided to go and have a seat with her. And start taking to her as well. Because clearly she looked so in the mood for a conversation right then.

Donna opened an eye to the guy. "Who's askin'?" she snapped weakly, her first words of the day.

She hadn't been able to rail against her nurse in some redirected rage, but she'd get there. Eventually. Might be good to practice on whatever idiot had thought to sit down and have a little "chat" with her. Even if, she decided, he did seem somehow familiar. She couldn't keep everyone there straight, abused or not.

Hey, he wasn't offended she didn't remember his face. Night like last night, he would've been surprised if she had.

"It's Dean. I was with the Doctor last night when he came to get you," he reached up, rubbing against the back of his neck before dropping his hand. "Did you see who did that to you?"

Dean almost said what instead of who from sheer habit, catching himself at the last second. Donna looked beat and probably not in a mood to deal with any bullshit; he figured getting into the down and dirty about the differences between a monster of a human being and a real monster wasn't something she was prepped to dive into right now. The deep carvings cut into her hand bugged him, too, not even touching the whole messed up torture/experiment thing. Dean still couldn't place 'em, his eyes flicking again at what he could see of her hands, as if another look was going to suddenly clear it all up. Maybe Sam would know.

Either way, he thought they were bad news. The problem was he couldn't tell if Donna was marked for something else, if it was some kind of curse with a time delay or what. Not exactly something he wanted to break on her right now when she was giving him this kind of tired glare.

Dean. All right, fine. She'd probably let that name go by the next shift since, right then? It didn't matter so much what his name was. Come back in a few days when she maybe had hair growing back and she might be able to file that bit of info away, but with a hole in her head things were likely to leak out without her wanting them too.

"Right..." she at least gave him the benefit of the doubt, "... sorry... not chatty..."

Since when had thinking hurt so much? Or people talked so loud in the Sun Room? Felt like every damn person's voice was echoing off of everywhere. Donna lifted a hand to her bandages and covered an ear, hoping to block out what she could.

"Thanks though..." she added suddenly, mind catching up a little with what the guy had said. If he'd been one of those two with the doctor, then he was probably someone the Doctor knew. And crappy though it had been, the group had still tried to rescue her. Better late than never, right?

Day 52: Sun Room

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Gonna assume the rescue happened even if we're still backthreading :|a

Doesn't mean Donna knows you anyway XP