Day 24: Breakfast

[blood_and_pocky]

Aidou Hanabusa, a vampire, was one of the first into the cafeteria, which was swimming in dim sunlight. A grey morning suited his mood.

The fact that his biological clock was pitching fits was only the cherry on top of the cake; the last thing he wanted to do was sleep. "Waking up", once again, with no memory of how or why he'd been brought back

Comments

[blacksustenance]

Now it was Brock's turn to hold out his hand to help the nurse up.

He watched as the trio of orderlies converged on the cripple with the no-nonsense body language that said they were quite used to this and were quite capable in putting down any unruly patients. Brock watched them and their target with slightly narrowed eyes, the barest of triumphant smiles tugging at his mouth. There was just something deeply satisfying watching the cripple get ganged up by the hulking, well-meaning orderlies - hopefully they'd inject the human with a good sedative cocktail that would make him feel like utter shit.

The best part was he couldn't even whine out-loud like normal humans did when they were uncomfortable.

Just him and his lonesome, voiceless self.

Brock almost forgot that his split lip still hurt. Almost.

It still throbbed, feeling thick with blood even as he pressed at the cut with his fingers. It didn't taste like normal human blood these days; instead of the standard coppery taste, it tasted...he wasn't quite sure how to describe it. Different, he supposed. Foreign and yet it was home, it was right. Licking unconsciously at the blood still oozing from his lip, Brock watched with pleasure as the orderlies closed in on the cripple.

[voiceless_rage]

He was getting in the way again, doing something stupid and making himself look better in comparison to Caim. That wouldn't have bothered him, normally - it wasn't as if he was the paragon of virtue, despite what he'd been raised to know - but the fact that he was acting in the defense of one of the people controlling this place, keeping them locked away ... it was ridiculous.

The punch hit, yes, but it was weakened, and he prepared to bring his fist down on the fallen woman again. Then shadows appeared, and as Caim glanced up, three figures converged on him. Large men, those meant to control the uncontrollable. So similar to the enemies he fought, when he had his sword, when he flew above the land on her back --

They caught his arms and heaved him away from the nurse, but he struggled regardless. Caim had nearly yanked his arm free when it was grabbed again and both were locked firmly at his sides, almost behind his back. He was caught - damn it all! If he had his sword, they wouldn't have stood a chance!

[damned_nurses]

Nodding to Lancaster as he helped her up, she brought the back of her hand to her nose. It stung, and was bleeding slightly, but it wasn't much compared to the way the patient had been slugged. Honestly, Alex had managed to hit all three of them!

She watched as he was taken away, relaxing when she could tell that the orderlies had him under control. She wasn't certain if they were only going to sedate him, or if he would be taken to solitary as well, but the matter was out of her hands now.

Turning to the two patients were left, both of who were a little roughed up, she sighed and shook her head. "I apologize for that. Did you want to go to the medwing, Mark? Or would you rather be left to finish your breakfast?"