Day 22; Waiting Room 1
Once again, Wallace was whisked away from his friends, this time from his dearest one who was evidently newest to the fray. He wouldn't wish this hell on anyone, especially her. But Tifa was a tough cookie--she'd find the strength to make it through just like the rest of them had to. Though he wasn't shy to admit it isn't easy.
Listening to the announcement, he recognized his Institute given name and felt a knot rise in his throat. He knew to be prepared for whatever trick they were to throw at him. His assumption as to whom his visitor might be was perhaps an actor he'd never seen before, but had all the information needed to make him think otherwise. He wasn't looking forward to this event...not in the least.
The nurse deposited him to the first waiting room at one of the wooden tables. A few kind words were spilled from her lips--lips he wanted to twist until they bled--before she left him. Here he would wait for his surprise.
Listening to the announcement, he recognized his Institute given name and felt a knot rise in his throat. He knew to be prepared for whatever trick they were to throw at him. His assumption as to whom his visitor might be was perhaps an actor he'd never seen before, but had all the information needed to make him think otherwise. He wasn't looking forward to this event...not in the least.
The nurse deposited him to the first waiting room at one of the wooden tables. A few kind words were spilled from her lips--lips he wanted to twist until they bled--before she left him. Here he would wait for his surprise.