Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West
[From here.]He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human
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"You know, I am so going to complain about the number of hallways we have to go through here," Wally complained loudly as he entered the, guess what? next hallway. "Landel could teleport us, right? Why not give us some kinda door zapper remote control thingy that we could use to just--"
He stopped mid-complaint as he realised that, one, his voice carried in the quiet of the night, and two, this hallway wasn't completely empty either. Great, way to look like an idiot, Flash. Still, it wasn't like he could claim that he'd been trying to avoid people noticing him, what with the running around in red spandex. Not that he was really looking for the attention either, but... yeah ( ... )
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Fruits, definitely. He actually recalled perhaps seeing a few in that cooler, though with Venom having a miniature panic attack in the confined quarters, he hadn't really had an abundance of time to inspect everything. Maybe some sort of bread, if he could find it. Things that wouldn't spoil for some amount of time. Nothing that needed to be refrigerated. If he couldn't get milk, some other form of calcium...
Was that - Edward had meant to move through the hallways without distraction, but he also hadn't expected to see a grown man wearing red spandex. Red spandex that he recognized, especially having lived through the 1940s. And also: yesterday.
Apparently he wasn't the only one with food on his mind.
He didn't waste effort in fetching the flashlight from his sling considering Wally had his on. He seemed distracted by which direction to go, so Edward took the opportunity to slip out of the shadows next to him.
"I never would have thought you actually wear that at night. Doesn't it receive unwelcome attention?"
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"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention and you surprised me," he said, before recalling that, duh, Edward would have picked up all of that. Telepath and all, right. He wondered if he should point out that he really was not always this slow, honest.
Instead, Wally glanced down at the bright red of his costume, duller in the darkness but still enough to catch attention, and shrugged before offering the other guy a smile.
"Hey, it's apparently this or the dumb military uniforms, and I'd rather be my own person when I can. Not to mention I feel more comfortable like this. You know, except for the broken arm." He grinned and indicated Edward's sling with a nod. "Guess we match now, huh?"
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"Unfortunately," he said, emphasizing as much empathy as he could muster. Now empathy was actually something he could understand. It had been quite difficult to feel bad for humans when they harmed themselves - things like breaks and fractures were simply images to be viewed through an x-ray. Even Bella, who had broken her arm because of him - even then it had been impossible to know how she felt. He had only known how it had broken his heart to see her like he had.
But now he knew, painfully so. Well, as silly as he thought Wally's sentimentalism was, he couldn't very much argue. He could have conceivably maimed for a pair of jeans and a shirt. Being a teenager for eternity had its perks.
"What happened to you? I hope it was not the fault of giant forest creatures out for your blood." Actually, it had been the opposite, but. Details.
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At Edward's question, Wally's gaze dropped to his cast and he winced, his good hand coming up to absently scratch at the edges of it.
"I ran into something bigger and nastier than usual," he explained, trying not to think too much about the ghost woman and the hair that had trapped him so he couldn't run, only struggle as his arm was twisted enough to snap bone and drive it through flesh and fabric. Of course, telling yourself to not think about things was a really great way to ensure that you did, and he wondered if he should think a quick apology at Edward for making him listen in on that ( ... )
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"You could have mine, if you'd like," he offered after the conveniently timed flickering. He slid the light out of his sling, shaking the end in a tempting way. The thing might as well get some use of it, and Edward didn't need it. There was an advantage to being able to see in the dark. "I don't really use it." And, if asked, he had his lie already prepared: light attracted the creatures (as far as he could tell). Besides, with the sheer amount of patients in the hallways sometimes, it wasn't really necessary to have his own.
... granted, it was still suspicious, but he may as well.
"As for the pantry, would you mind company? I'm on my way there as well." There. At least he didn't have to lie about everything.
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Not that he was going to turn down the offer, given the chance. Sure, he could still use the spare batteries, but another flashlight would be an easy way to get around the problem until then, and he could always give it back to Edward later too.
...which only left trying to stash his own failing light and then take Edward's, which was a lot harder than it sounded, since he only had one hand working properly. Eventually Wally managed to get the flashlight in his sling, taking a moment to scratch at it again (seriously, he hoped that meant it was healing up fast, otherwise it was just plain annoying), before accepting Edward's offered one ( ... )
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