Oh yeah. This was bad. Grabbing a chair and ignoring the woman who had brought him in, Takaya crossed his arms and glared at the wall. He wasn't going to participate in this bullshit. Being told he had 'company' and that he should he happy about it had ruined what was otherwise an okay day
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"I'm fine, thanks," John told the nurse at his side. He shouldn't have too much trouble finding his old friend--this was Wally. Besides his natural exuberance, they ran into each other a lot... enough so John wondered if the Universe was trying to tell him something. Possibly along the lines of "you know SOMEONE needs to keep an eye on him."
Aha, there he was. Considering what had been going on lately, John wondered if he should be glad to see Wally sitting calmly--for him, at least. Honestly, he'd be worried if the guy wasn't fidgeting at least a little; he wasn't sure he wanted to know how Wally had gotten hurt enough to need crutches, though whatever the answer to that was probably wouldn't surprise him all that much...
"Hey." John went over and sat across from him, glancing Wally over to see if he'd managed to acquire any other injuries. "Been doing all right?"
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Wally had been looking around to see if any of the nurses would notice if he snuck away when an all-too-familiar voice brought his attention back to the person in front of him. "John!" he said, both surprised and pleased to see the older man. "Dude, you're a sight for sore eyes, how did you find me?" He didn't want to say that he'd been beginning to think that the League weren't going to show up after all. It was a huge relief to see that he'd been wrong.
He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he impatiently waved John to take a seat, wincing slightly as his knee throbbed again. "I'm okay, but this place could really use some of our brand of pest control, if you know what I mean."
He paused, there was something off about John that he couldn't quite place, something nagging at the back of his mind that was trying to get his attention despite his happiness at seeing his friend again. Wally wasn't sure what it could be though, so did his best to ignore it for the time being.
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Pest control? Was he reminding John he still remembered his friend was a cop? "Huh. There's a few criminal types in there?" That had to be weird, if nothing else... and hey, it was a plus that Wally could still identify what was out of the ordinary. "At least you and I don't technically have any professional connections, I guess.
"So, them aside, this place treating you all right?" It would probably take a while to find the right medication that actually worked on him, Wally being Wally, and his metabolism couldn't help either, but being in-patient was supposed to speed the process up a little. He could imagine hearing the process compared to a sloth versus a snail, but--seriously, Wally needed to learn patience anyway.
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And he still thought he had powers--at least he was noticing that he couldn't do everything he said he could. It was a start, and not a bad one, considering Wally hadn't even been here long. Though the mention of fanged monsters... that was kind of a new one. Maybe he'd ask one of the staff here about that; he supposed it was good that Wally's hallucinations weren't making him freak out, at least.
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Ring. John's power ring. It looked different, wrong. As he realised that he also realised the other thing that had been bugging him, John's eyes were brown, not the unnatural, glowing green he was familiar with. "John? What happened to your ring?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice. "And your eyes... Have you lost your powers here too?"
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He didn't really think reasoning would work, but hearing it from him might be better than from the staff.
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"If it makes you feel any better, I'm told Landel's is one of the best psychiatric hospitals around. From what I've seen so far it's a hell of a lot better than Irongate."
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"Irongate?" he said, even more confused. "Is that like Iron Heights, that new prison outside of Keystone City?" He'd heard some bad things about that place, but nothing concrete he could actually use to check it out. The idea that he might have ended up there for some reason sent a chill down his spine. "John, why would someone send me there? And why do you seem to think I'm here for a reason?"
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"Wally," he said, speaking a little more slowly but with more obvious concern, "I'm sorry, but you are here for a reason. Look, everyone needs a break sometimes; you just managed to take it to one of your usual extremes. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Sigh... John looked away, hating what he hadn't said almost as much as what he had. Finally, he looked back. "You don't even remember getting taken in, do you?"
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"You were totally out of control, too high to understand your actions might have consequences, and you needed help. You're getting it here; you're a lot calmer now, mostly back to your old self. Just a little longer and they should have you good to go."
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"Look, GL, are you sure you're okay?" Scratch that, it was obvious that he wasn't okay. "What happened to you?"
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