Day 38: Sun Room
Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No
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For close to a week already, Meesy had been looking rather green around the gills. All she had done was lie in bed... It was weird. One would think a hospital would be equipped to handle random bugs lickity split. But this morning, Harley woke up to find the room empty. Likely that was due to sleeping in. She'd missed breakfast and everything. If she was wandering around, maybe the girl had gotten better.
Her nurse didn't volunteer any information regarding her roommate. Ohh, no. All she did was talk about dragging Harley to the library of all places. The library. Of all places, why there?! The library made her think of that super fun night with the homicidal white bug thing. Plus she'd probably explode from restlessness.
Apparently, her nurse got the message after a few minutes of whining, though her solution was to simply drag her to the Sunny Room. Again. Unlike the previous times, however, her nurse wasn't immediately leaving her side. Instead, the woman flipped through some of the sheets of her clipboard, giving a quick glance in Harley's direction before leading her toward one of the couches.
"Mr. Murdock," she greeted the man sitting there. "I hope you're doing well today. Ms. Dumas will be keeping you company. Alright?" It was so nice when the staff chose to volunteer people... The nurse gave Harley a look that served as a warning. Behave or else, the look said. Or the nurse was constipated. "Ms. Dumas."
"Yeah, yeah..." Harley said, waving her hand dismissively as she plopped herself onto the couch next to 'Mr. Murdock.' "Bosom buddies and all that. Got it."
After another pointed look the nurse finally wandered off. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Harley turned to the guy. "She's bein' more a pain in the butt than normal. Lotta people in a rotten mood lately..."
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Smiling, he nodded politely to the nurse and shifted to make room for 'Ms Dumas.'
Oh good. She had a sense of humor. He laughed slightly and shrugged. "So it would seem," he said. He'd been casually listening to the others in the room and everyone seemed ... tense. "Perhaps it's something in the water. I'm Matt. Matt Murdock," he offered.
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"Heya, Matt-o. Harley Quinn," she responded, already sounding a bit more chipper. Though she had turned to him, she wasn't paying such close attention that she would notice his lack of eye contact. "Maybe everyone's just grumpy cause of therapy. Sittin' in a room gettin' grilled by some hack doc don't sound like the best way to spend an afternoon, ya know?"
She somewhat looked forward to it at Arkham since person-to-person interaction didn't happen all that often, and it got boring being alone. This place luckily didn't have that problem.
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He was fishing for information, not sure what he should ask or be looking for in the first place.
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"Oh, so ya just got transferred then, huh?" Well that explained a few things right there. She looked up as though the answer was somehow written on the ceiling and placed a finger to her bottom lip. "Let's see. This place's got an art room with finger paints and I heard there was a game room, too. Haven't been in there yet. They let us go outside sometimes... Oh! And we went on a trip to some town nearby. Not a city or anythin' so it was pretty borin', actually. But I guess country kids liked it enough."
It wasn't as though she could really be picky. Anyone who'd been incarcerated for long periods of time learned to appreciate what liberties the jerks in charge let you have. "Actually, for a loony bin, the place's got lots to do. If it weren't for the bizarro, freak change at night, this place wouldn't be so bad, really. Ya know, some people even set up clubs or somethin' over the bulletin board. Not much for that kinda stuff so I never paid much attention."
Personally, he didn't look like much of the 'club' type either. She'd been fairly surprised by most of the people she'd met here so far. No one was ever what they seemed.
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"A bulliton board?" That was obviously what everyone was coming in to write on then. "That sounds useful, though the clubs... I don't know about that. I'm not much of a 'joiner'," he said with a sardonic smile and shrug. "Though, who knows? I may have to work with other people here." He wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight. Would he travel with Steve and Kurt again? It really was something of a fluke he'd found them at all. What if he couldn't find them tonight? Would his mysterious roommate allow him to tag along? Would this woman? He wasn't about to ask though.
"What's the town like? What's it called?" Maybe then Matt could get a feeling as to where they were.
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Meeting a spider bigger than a go-cart was enough to drill that lesson into anyone.
As for the name... She had been told the name once. It was a really weird stupid sounding name, like something from those tv sitcoms. "It was um... Dammy, Dorton, Dayl... Oh! Doyleton! That was it!" Boy, it was still a really weird name. "Like I said, pretty small town. Only a few streets and barely anythin' worth payin' attention to. Books, tools, hair salon... borin' stuff."
There was a hint of disappointment in her sigh. "I tried lookin' around, but outside of town all ya see are mountains. Air was pretty clean, too, so it don't seem like it's near any cities. Not that many people in it either. Really makes ya feel like you're out int he sticks or somethin'."
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