Day 26: Intercom, Dawn
As the sun rose up into the blue, cloudless sky, it seemed as if this day would be a particularly warm one. The Head Doctor, at least, seemed happy about it as the intercom clicked on and he began his first announcement on a cheery note
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"Where is she?" Anthy asked, in a tone that was far more urgent than she'd intended, "Where is she? I need to-"
"Calm down now, who are you talking about?"
"Utena! Utena, my best friend. The one who set me free. The one who helped me get out of-"
"It's going to be alright!" the woman (-a nurse?) assured her, holding her hands, clenched into fists, "By and by, we can figure out who this Utena friend of yours really is, and we can take care of both of you, alright? Now, we're going to head to the cafeteria for breakfast. Is there anything you need first? Toiletries, use the bathroom, wash up?"
Anthy was silent, staring down in stunned silence at the space between her bare feet and the nurse's white tennis shoes. This was impossible. This just wasn't right. She was free! She had to be-
"Well-" She paused, awkwardly, breathing carefully and trying not to cry out in her fear, disappointment, her utter lonliness, "...my glasses, please?"
"... Miss Westmark, you don't have any sight problems and you've never worn glasses." The nurse looked confused at her request.
"... Oh." She breathed out curtly, "Well then, perhaps some hair pins- or-"
"I'm afraid we can't let you have pins; too much of a risk of self harm in a place like this, you understand," Anthy seemed to fall further, shrinking even more, "... But I could braid your hair for you, if you like."
Anthy swallowed and nodded, feeling rather light as she was seated in an uncomfortable chair and the nurse fished a plastic brush from the toiletry kit she'd brought. She barely registered the feeling of the small brush being nearly lost in the thick waves of her long hair, could barely hear the nurse's inane chattering.
Anthy looked down and wrung her hands as if in prayer. This wasn't what she had expected when she passed the gilded threshold. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. More frighteningly... what the nurse had implied about her memories... almost made sense. She would have to figure this out. But for now... for now, she just felt more discouraged than ever.
And hungry.
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