When Zombies Attack: Intermission
Intermission: Do Not Feed After Midnight
Linkara hobbled down the stairs slowly. This had been difficult just with his crutches, but now with the added difficulty of trying to carry a bag, it had taken him almost twice as long. He didn't even try to open the heavy steel door, and just thumped it with a crutch. "It's me! Open the door, would you?" There was an annoyed noise from the other side of the door, and then it swung open.
"I take it you won the battle, then?" Dr.Insano sounded disinterested, but his next question did seem a little worried. "Where's Spoony? Don't tell me he managed to get himself killed now."
"He's fine," Linkara reassured him. "We only suffered one casualty, and some wounded. Nothing we can't handle upstairs, though. Spoony's busy cleaning up the bodies of the enemies, an I figured ... Well, he seemed not to want company, I'm no help lugging bodies, and I wasn't sure when you'd last had anything to eat. I don't think Spoony'll remember before tomorrow, anyway, so ..." He shrugged and handed over the bag.
"Thank you, I guess," Dr.Insano mumbled. He cast a quick glance inside the bag.
Sandwiches and instant soup weren't much to get excited about, Linkara realised, but there'd been no hot food tonight, and he wouldn't have been able to carry a plate down anyway. But the other man ignored the food altogether, instead extracting one of the cans of Red Bull, opening it, and downing half of it in one go. He put the bag down on a corner of the metal table, and apparently promptly forgot its existence.
"How's your leg?" Linkara blinked at the rather sudden question. His brain caught up after a moment, and he resisted the impulse to slap his forehead. He knew they'd forgotten about something when they were down there ... had that really been just earlier the same day? He gave the scientist a sheepish look.
"Actually, um, what with one thing and another, and then the attacks, we forgot to tell you ..."
"You got it infected, didn't you?" It sounded accusatory.
"It's not like I did it on purpose," Linkara protested. "But yes. And yes, I have a fever," he quickly added, before he could find himself in the strange and awkward position of having his forehead felt by his (former?) arch nemesis.
"Typical," Insano sighed. "Right, up on the table, and let me see. Honestly, why did I even bother, if you’re going to turn around and undo all my hard work?" After a few moments of painful prodding, he went on, "It's not too bad, luckily. Here," handing Linkara a box of pills. "Two of those, three ties a day, until I tell you otherwise. I assume you'll be down here with the other nuisance every other day, no?"
"Probably," Linkara said, and wondered to himself how often Spoony actually did come down here. It couldn't actually be that often, if no one else in the compound had ever noticed him missing.
"Fabulous," Insano sighed sarcastically. "Well, just try and take care of your leg, in the meantime."
"You're one to talk about taking care of yourself," Linkara pointed out. "When was the last time you actually ate? Or slept?"
He got an eyeroll in return, and the scientist reached into the bag for a sandwich, and took a bite. "Happy?" He said around a mouthful of bread.
"Very," Linkara replied, and got up off the table. He really should get back up before anyone noticed him missing. "Seriously, though, you should get some sleep, too. Might clear your mind, you know."
Insano didn't reply, and Linkara shrugged and started up the stairs again. If the mad scientist wanted to work until he literally collapsed, who was he to stop the man, really?
Linkara hobbled down the stairs slowly. This had been difficult just with his crutches, but now with the added difficulty of trying to carry a bag, it had taken him almost twice as long. He didn't even try to open the heavy steel door, and just thumped it with a crutch. "It's me! Open the door, would you?" There was an annoyed noise from the other side of the door, and then it swung open.
"I take it you won the battle, then?" Dr.Insano sounded disinterested, but his next question did seem a little worried. "Where's Spoony? Don't tell me he managed to get himself killed now."
"He's fine," Linkara reassured him. "We only suffered one casualty, and some wounded. Nothing we can't handle upstairs, though. Spoony's busy cleaning up the bodies of the enemies, an I figured ... Well, he seemed not to want company, I'm no help lugging bodies, and I wasn't sure when you'd last had anything to eat. I don't think Spoony'll remember before tomorrow, anyway, so ..." He shrugged and handed over the bag.
"Thank you, I guess," Dr.Insano mumbled. He cast a quick glance inside the bag.
Sandwiches and instant soup weren't much to get excited about, Linkara realised, but there'd been no hot food tonight, and he wouldn't have been able to carry a plate down anyway. But the other man ignored the food altogether, instead extracting one of the cans of Red Bull, opening it, and downing half of it in one go. He put the bag down on a corner of the metal table, and apparently promptly forgot its existence.
"How's your leg?" Linkara blinked at the rather sudden question. His brain caught up after a moment, and he resisted the impulse to slap his forehead. He knew they'd forgotten about something when they were down there ... had that really been just earlier the same day? He gave the scientist a sheepish look.
"Actually, um, what with one thing and another, and then the attacks, we forgot to tell you ..."
"You got it infected, didn't you?" It sounded accusatory.
"It's not like I did it on purpose," Linkara protested. "But yes. And yes, I have a fever," he quickly added, before he could find himself in the strange and awkward position of having his forehead felt by his (former?) arch nemesis.
"Typical," Insano sighed. "Right, up on the table, and let me see. Honestly, why did I even bother, if you’re going to turn around and undo all my hard work?" After a few moments of painful prodding, he went on, "It's not too bad, luckily. Here," handing Linkara a box of pills. "Two of those, three ties a day, until I tell you otherwise. I assume you'll be down here with the other nuisance every other day, no?"
"Probably," Linkara said, and wondered to himself how often Spoony actually did come down here. It couldn't actually be that often, if no one else in the compound had ever noticed him missing.
"Fabulous," Insano sighed sarcastically. "Well, just try and take care of your leg, in the meantime."
"You're one to talk about taking care of yourself," Linkara pointed out. "When was the last time you actually ate? Or slept?"
He got an eyeroll in return, and the scientist reached into the bag for a sandwich, and took a bite. "Happy?" He said around a mouthful of bread.
"Very," Linkara replied, and got up off the table. He really should get back up before anyone noticed him missing. "Seriously, though, you should get some sleep, too. Might clear your mind, you know."
Insano didn't reply, and Linkara shrugged and started up the stairs again. If the mad scientist wanted to work until he literally collapsed, who was he to stop the man, really?