Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[7_to_midnight]

Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked

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Sasuke awoke to his nurse's disappointed noises and nearly screamed with frustration, the only thing stopping him the still (still?!) present lethargy from Muraki's sedative. His limbs were much more obedient now, but there was a reluctance -- and, when he sat up, a distinct wooziness and dryness in his mouth.

"Oh, Sean," the woman said, and Sasuke nearly punched her, only residual commonsense staying his fist. "If only you hadn't tried to hurt yourself in Dr. Muraki's office! Tsk, look at your poor neck."

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, because whatever his poor neck looked like (probably finger-shaped bruises), it sure as hell wasn't self-inflicted.

And yet why hadn't Itachi just -- was Sasuke still not worthy to kill? Nothing at all, in Itachi's eyes? (But of course, a familiar voice in Sasuke's head chanted, you're weak, weak, weakweakweak!)

"Language, Sean!" The woman sounded shocked, and Sasuke thought, immaturely, Good. "Now, let's get you to breakfast. You need some nutrition!" To kill

[sasuke_of_sound]

The woman kept talking: apparently even though the Institute knew how close Sean had been to his brother, it had decided that it was best they be kept apart. Apparently it was in his best interests, and apparently Sean's big brother had done an excellent job of following the rules so far. Apparently if Sean attempted to contact his brother, she would be forced to have him sedated.

Nothing really registered beyond the sedation -- there was no way Sasuke could face Itachi sedated again. He'd had more than enough of drugs last night.

Sasuke sat without grace or graciousness, ignoring his nurse until she went away and feeling the frustration build in his body until he clenched a fist and slammed it into the table, voice rough and furious: "Why do they pull this bullshit in the day?!"

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Albel rolled his eyes. "Like I know, worm. Why don't you ask those wenches yourself?" came the uncaring reply. "Either shut up and wait until nighttime, or run to the maggot and try to beat him up. The choice's simple, no need to nag me about it, fool." He had his own things to worry about.

[sasuke_of_sound]

The question had been mostly rhetorical -- Sasuke had half-forgotten that he'd even been around another patient -- and the answer mostly surprised him at first. Asking the nurses was absolutely useless. Whoever it was, this patient had to know that.

But the rest of it made solid sense, which was the most frustrating thing of all: Sasuke had to wait, with Itachi this close, sit around and wait. The Institute had taken his sight and now it was dictating his revenge.

"Don't speak as if it's easy," he said abruptly, low and angry -- and (even he had to acknowledge it) immature, but the rage kept building with no outlet and Sasuke could be patient if necessary but this was too much. "You have no idea what it's like!"