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Day 47: Recreational Field [Second Shift]
Scott wasn't really what one would call the sporty type, at least not currently. In the past, maybe. He could have called himself a hockey player at one point - in grade two (it totally counted). And he had been a jock in high school, hadn't he (he had at least played a lot of Track & Field for the NES, anyway)? Regardless of what his athletic
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"You missed breakfast, Vincent," Nurse said, just as distant as yesterday, as she handed him a hairband and a comb. The latter was taken, the former thoroughly ignored (receiving an exasperated groan and subsequent annoyed palm-meeting-face from Nurse), and, had he been paying attention to the woman while working the comb through his hair, he might have heard of her desperate mumble of "Lord, I'm trying."
The field was mostly empty by the time they arrived, which was surprising considering how late he slept, but even then he couldn't blame anyone. It was starting to get cold -what was it, fall? ...hadn't it been winter before he first found himself here? Had he been away from the Guild that long?! - and, while he could handle it, well... It was still cold. He found himself unconsciously rubbing at his arms in the ( ... )
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And so he resorted to pouting to himself as he walked along the grass, staying out of the way of the people who were exercising. His hand went up under his shirt to scratch at his bandages, partly because the wound itched and partly out of annoyance.
He almost wished he could track down the no-longer-brainwashed patient from last night to give him a piece of his mind. Sora never would have held a grudge if the man had been regretful, but he wasn't. He wasn't even close to it!
The boy sighed to himself, but it was right at that moment that he spotted a familiar face (well, he couldn't really see the man's face, so it was more like familiar hair) nearby. ( ... )
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Breathe. Don't panic. Don't worry. Breathe.
It was nice. It didn't make him feel happy, it never did (if one wanted to give into their melodramatic thoughts, one could say nothing would ever do that, though he would kindly and effectively tell that person to shove off because he didn't care), but it was still calming. To just sit quietly and feel cold ache melt away, to process and hear the sounds around him, the grass rustling, the idle chatter, the occasional bouts of movement around him, but not having to focus intently on any of it ( ... )
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Opening only one eye, he tried to make eye contact with the man -- only to be cut off by that mask of hair again. "Guess I'm not too good at this," he laughed out, uncurling his legs as he opened the other eye and grinned.
It had been a few days since he and Venom had met, but Sora was glad to see that the man hadn't forgotten him. And hadn't disappeared, for that matter. It would have taken the boy some time to notice, which was a troublesome thought all on its own.
"How've you been?" he asked with a tilt of his head as he leaned back on the palms of his hands and watched the sky. His side was still bugging him, but he tried not to let that show on his face.
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Sora quickly proved that idea right and switched to another subject (an awkward one. Why was he asking that? They didn't even know each other). "Tired." Blunt, yes, but there was no reason to lie. He didn't understand how the child had kept himself together for so long with so little progress being made. It had been a month for him. More than a month, even. The Guild Head could barely stand being here for four days (the thought of being away from home even a minute, the paranoid thought that it could have been even longer than he knew, the panic of just what would happen to it if he couldn't get back; all of it began ( ... )
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So Venom was... tired. It wasn't that strange of a response when they were always up during the day and running around all night, but Sora found himself worrying nonetheless. Venom sounded really tired, and Sora wished that he also had the man's facial expressions to judge by. Maybe then he'd have a better chance of figuring out what was wrong ( ... )
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Suddenly the thought went from "how is he smiling" to "how is he alive?"
But the irritation soon found itself mixing with concern, not that he was about to admit it. So he was attacked? By another patient? He'd heard of that happening (and it brought back the memories of that aggressor in the Sun Room nights before. After what had happened later into the night, what happened there faded into the background of obscurity for him until the sudden reminder now), but he hadn't thought it was that common. And in the same room? Hm ( ... )
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"I was careful," he insisted. "I mean, I decided to fight him 'cause it was two on one, which usually isn't enough when it's a brainwashed patient. It's kinda hard to go anywhere around here without running into something strong, so I just do my best."
While Sora had slowly been accepting the fact that his best here wasn't nearly as good as what it had been back before all this (his fight with Xigbar was a testament to that, even if he'd won in the end), it was still hard sometimes. But he knew that he would just have to take each wound and bear through it, since there was no way he'd be hiding in his room every night.
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