Day 36: Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[forgot_my_life]

Oh yeah. This was bad. Grabbing a chair and ignoring the woman who had brought him in, Takaya crossed his arms and glared at the wall. He wasn't going to participate in this bullshit. Being told he had 'company' and that he should he happy about it had ruined what was otherwise an okay day

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[showtime_matsu]

Matsuda really wasn't ready to be dragged away from his fellow band-mates, but they'd managed to at least significantly lift his mood, so he'd gone along quietly when his nurse came for him. That, and he didn't want to get in trouble with his nurse again. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate whoever-it-was taking the time, he just wasn't sure exactly who'd want to visit him in a mental hospital.

Aizawa, Ide, and Mogi had to have been busy with the case back home. They probably thought he'd taken a break or bailed on them, and he always seemed to be in the way, so they were probably enjoying it. At least Aizawa didn't have anyone to get onto now. The only other person Matsuda could possibly think of, since this place could raise the dead, would be here to visit his son. His own parents, then? Would they really come visit him, though, or would they just be disappointed at where he'd landed himself, and would they really go along with this place like L had told him? He really didn't want to get lectured, if that was the case. He had

[showtime_matsu]

Matsuda winced as she began to cry, and shrank back from the nurse's disapproving look. He hadn't meant to cause that, but it looked like it had been unavoidable. What a great mess he'd gotten himself into. "S-sayu..." He started to reach across the table, but stopped himself. It would probably just make things worse, wouldn't it? "Please stop crying," he pleaded quietly. He just wanted to go around the table and hug her and tell her everything was going to be fine, but he didn't know if the nurses would let that happen or not, so he settled for trying to answer her question.

"I...no, that's not it. If anything, reality is too good for me, I just..." He didn't know how to end it. In the short amount of time that he'd been here, Matsuda had seen several things that he never really wanted to come across again, and he came from a world essentially controlled by a murderer that they'd been unable to catch for five years. Both of those would, for the most part, really suck compared to this life. "I don't know," he finished lamely