Day 54: Recreational Field

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And thus concluded a perfect start to a perfect day. Making him explode from every facial orifice was a totally justified response to Peter not doing anything at all.

The nurses' hearts had defrosted just enough to permit them a change of clothes and a desperately needed wipe down. Nurse Joyce - Rachel had been apologizing the whole way back to

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Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse. Byrne walked to his next shift with a scowl on his face, feeling utterly miserable from everything that had happened. First he wakes up in an asylum and is told he isn't who he knows he is, then he's told this place is an experimental facility and someone he recognizes was here at some point, and then there's a food fight that ends in everyone getting gassed whether they participated or not. He should've taken Renamon and fled when he had the chance, damnit. He even expected the soldiers weren't going to take anymore, he should've been smart enough to realize they'd use tear gas to neutralize the riot. The guilt was nagging him ever since he'd escaped from that cafeteria. He hoped Renamon was alright - he hadn't seen where she'd been taken to, he'd been so focused on his own suffering.

Guilt wasn't the only thing stinging him right now - his eyes, throat, lungs, everything stung from the gas. Byrne had learned about tear gas but never actually experienced it until now. And of course, he thought with his knowledge he could've tackled it easier than most other people. Such foolish thoughts. He still ended up a pathetic mess like everyone else, draining fluids and god knows what else out of every hole in his body. Even though the nurses had been kind enough to allow them to change clothes and get cleaned up a bit, it still didn't fix his pride nor soothe his guilt.

Tear gas didn't seem to be the end of the ridiculousness,as Byrne soon noticed when he got out to the recreational field. He and the other male patients were being forced into a line by a large group of soldiers. It was a role call. A military-style role call. In a mental hospital. What was wrong with this place? But Byrne didn't object and stood patiently in the line with the others, listening for his name. Better not screw with them now. These guys were serious enough to use tear gas on patients, and he didn't want to see what other punishments they could dish out just for not doing a stupid role call.

"Sullivan, Anthony!"

Byrne didn't respond at first, still unused to being referred to by that name. But the second time it was called, the prosecutor realized his mistake and jumped to attention, hastily calling out "here!" in return. He was rewarded with a dirty look from the guy calling out names, probably for not being prompt enough the first time around. Asshole.

The second the line dismissed, Byrne sifted through the crowd and grabbed the attention of the first nurse he came across. He didn't know what they expected the patients to do out here in this field, but he wasn't going to do it, whatever it was. "Is there a place I could sit and rest for awhile?" he asked, trying to seem as polite as his irritated mood would allow. "I'm still feeling the effects of the gas, I don't think I'm well enough to participate here."

Surprisingly, she smiled at him and replied, "Oh, of course. I could take you to the Sun Room, if you'd like. You can rest there for the rest of the shift."

At least someone still had a heart around here. Byrne nodded in agreement and allowed her to lead him off to this 'Sun Room' area. Anything sounded better than being out here.

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