Day 58: Sun Room (Second Shift)

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[From here.]The room was mainly empty when Michael reached it, which was fine by him. It wasn't that he didn't feel sympathy for the other patients, but he also didn't know if it would be helpful for him to talk to them. The staff seemed to think that forming bonds amongst themselves would lead to recovery, but to him it felt more like they would

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The shower had done a good job of loosening up his muscles, at least, which was something he probably needed after all the stress that he had been under lately. It just made him want to find somewhere to sleep, though, which was honestly the only thing he'd wanted to do when he'd come to his morning. That hadn't been an option -- staying in his room, that is -- but maybe here...

Sleeping through the day was a waste of time and he knew that, but he'd given it his all in terms of trying to make progress these past few days and where had it gotten him, exactly? Not very far.

Instead, he was walking through the Sun Room with the knowledge that he wouldn't catch Jones from across the room. The guy was probably already hacked up into pieces by now, raw materials for their mad science experiments. The thought was enough to turn his stomach, and Harvey had to clamp down and make sure that he didn't lose the few bites of gruel he'd eaten at breakfast.

Besides, the burn of vomit on his charred fleshed would not be pleasant

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The next shift had McCoy pacing just like the crouched tiger he'd accused Jim of days ago

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God dammit. Even when he was passed out on a couch and covering most of his face, that still didn't make it clear enough to these people that he did not want to be bothered.

In fact, Harvey almost thought about acting like he hadn't heard the other man speak at all. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was that he recognized the voice. Well, that and the fact that "pointy ears and bowl cut" sounded beyond ridiculous.

Pulling his arm up off of his eyes, Harvey glanced up at the other patient, realizing that it was in fact the doctor who he'd spoken to a few times in the past. Mainly to give him a hard time, though part of him was surprised that the man was still here. He seemed like the sort of patient that would have been weeded out by now.

"Pretty sure I would have remembered something like that," he grumbled, still stubborn enough that he wasn't sitting up to make room for McCoy. "Why the hell would I have seen him?" He was beyond a point where he was interested in even pretending to be polite.

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McCoy scowled back at him. It wasn't like it was Dent's fault that he was having these problems or the fact that McCoy was dragging his feet, as if he were going in for one of the old style forms of dentistry, the barbaric kind that involved putting drills and little picks into your mouth. 'Course it wasn't like McCoy had been completely rude with him from the start either. Butting in his business and asking him where Spock was might not be the most polite way to greet someone, but you'd think someone had told him he was expected to work triple shifts

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If the guy was that set on finding someone, he could have easily put up a message on the bulletin board instead of coming over to bother someone who was clearly resting. That was how Harvey saw it, anyway. Granted, McCoy probably had to be desperate if he was asking in the first place, but did Harvey care about what was bothering him or what had him all wound up? No, not really.

He had a whole lot of other things to worry about -- or, well, he was already past the worrying part. The worst had already happened when Jones had wheezed his last breath last night, and now Harvey was left even more burned than before (figuratively, this time) and at a loss for what to do with himself. They had access to some other area after what they'd done, right? But why the hell would he want to go put himself through more abuse

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McCoy didn't expect him to laugh. An eyebrow arched. There was something odd to it, a strange, faint quality that tended to put red flags in just about everyone else. Dent's response was somewhat surprising. McCoy would have expected him to get offended, although that came just after and a lot more subdued than he thought was coming. But not laugh

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Healed in a week? That was a bizarre thought, and Harvey almost wanted to call the man on it. Because even if they'd offered him all sorts of options -- skin grafts, the whole nine yards -- he never would have looked completely normal again. Which was probably fitting, since he wouldn't ever be completely normal again. He hadn't wanted to heal and he still didn't, because now the sad state of his face stood for something